Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa

(1992 March 03 / South Africa (eDutywa, Mfenguland, staying in Cape Town))

A Human Confession


It was love
That brought hate
It was joy
That brought sorrow

It were all facts
That constituted opinions
It was the truth
That came with lies

It was a women
That man still live
It was the night
That brought all the light

Though it was fiction
That came with theories
It was the black one
That even today we have the white

It was winter
That came with summer
It was God
That created the devil

It was health
That came with illness
It was success
That resulted in that failure

But bare
And never dare that
It was life
That brought us death

Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2012
Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2012

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  • Soulistical The Poet (5/26/2012 11:49:00 AM)

    I really did not pay attention to that, until I scrutinised this philosophy that opened my eye it is as if you saying for every good there is a bad, you the best I still say you are nele (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (5/17/2012 9:55:00 PM)

    So nice theme.Yes, life runs thru contradictory things.Anele, this write is very mature! (Report) Reply

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