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 Faculty Of The Mind: By Michael Ssemakula


Here... right here...by choice of God.. lies the man... we call "Father"

What we became, depended on what he taught us at peculiar moments

But when he was not at it...we were formed by little snippets of wisdom

And as for the things that chanced around us, they are quite appalling

A basket full of mysterious life series that coroneted our little livelihoods

I think we were here before these strangers who consult winds arrived

That didn't matter a bit, they installed themselves like impious viruses

They went viral trying to turn us into things, we were never meant to be...

Isn't it also true that a man's foes will be the members of his household?

Even zinging our spouses that should have been strictly out of bounds

I know that children are Gods free and wonderful vessels of love

The Holy book says...."I even I am He who comforts you"

God himself asks ...Who are you afraid of a man, who will die?

But I had a praying grandmother... who fed me a series of prayer grains

Grandma Anna said... that entreaty is in Gods private bank account

She believed that it takes longer time to withdraw the funds entwined in

Divine weaves than witchcraft and the well  invited guests of polygamy

In a series of misfortunes into deplorable self styled soprano adversaries

People secured their own interests, truces were agreed upon and sealed

When I see all things going down fast like the perishable withering roses

I wonder where things fell apart and promises were carelessly broken

When I stepped out of physical sight... was this the man of honor I knew?

And whether this was still the man I mini -me called "Father"?

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