Modesty Marty Poem by Nqobile Frederick Nkomonde

I am very fond of truth, but not at of martydom.
amen taking basil from a thee will love her always,
exposed at time, pretend the tautguerilla, but who peasant clothing on a sheepish wolf loiters alertly to the nearest carvers
so shall we open the sense of look in the most problem for thids duration every one is engage to be educated but non, faw more lrss is in the power of education

The fear that secuers me the most is not to be in the thougth of red in rose but to be in sense of white although no general men in opion of the ruler with be in game in mood of my modesty, so may the father of all men be the lord of mercy to my soul, tis much securing

Suffer much more all in the cause of being against the method of a nobel man so may the i cant crtisize is the one who rules me in the the hiden thougth of having the so called word freedom

Time tis non to those who need it in the sense living the general opion the the exposed of freedom, with no prooning the wildness of thougth, so i prefer to be slave in thought of freedom, then to be freed while my thought of creed tis slave,


love concered non but time and promise, all this in the sense of past tisthe feeling of the undo thought never in the mood of being in the game of fond of word devel, so now i feel hell is there, so may the havern is ther for us, non this or what in the mood of non us will saparete us, in one mood of us that love can not be the best word to say i say all