A Dark Path
When raindrops hit the grey floor,
we all mythyfied the truth for a purpose that really go,
but the beginning is a contradictory lie to the end.
in the contest, a girl looked me straight in the eyes,
everytime i go there she doesn't even blink,
speak no evil paper clipped her mouth
so she doesn't even smile!
i made time to giggle at her shadow,
but the shadow stood still,
'till inner voices vociferated within me!
'when embattled with evil you fought it by another evil'
i answered'that's because good wouldn't match'
so how can i not speak evil?
poem by Mpho Leteng
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