She Is Poem by John Ngirachu

Maybe the loveliest in the place
Only hard souls with dark hearts
Rough edges you can't cut
Maybe the best smile around
Men whose souls ran aground.
She must be the best bet
Of those here long dishonest
Those here whose hands be
De Klerk's at his apogee
She's maybe the one we think
Or just as easy like the rest
But don't rock this one, no,
She must be the best yet
in this land without
a heart without a tear
searing through its center.