A bouquet of white lilies,
Nothing to hide your lies,
A little sacrifice,
An artifice.
Is not enough
Masked behind a slight grin,
A hurt spirit questioning,
A little thought to vocalize,
A masterpiece.
Is not enough
A mask behind your identity,
A soul lost its sanctity,
A little sugar with spice,
A precipice.
Is not enough
Kwamboka Masereti