Mpho Leteng

secrect of innocence

Reed before the wind lives on,

while mighty oaks do fall

Life's crisis beat you hollow!

you came back wading through the dead night,

but never...never the same!

bathed in a compound of blood and sweat

panta torn and your crass boots were wet,

you've been fighting hard to unfold sealed reality

you've been fighting to reveal old truth layers

you were a good warrior and got knocked down

you rose after we squashed peices of ice in your chest

sadly you rose to watch the battle end...

but if the love we have for one another was at all true love

the world could have been at peace

maybe you could have never gone to battle.

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