Soul In Anguish Poem by Wensislaus Mbirimi

Sometimes I have moments of depression
Depressed by the acts of the wicked
Wicked people positively ignorant
Ignorance breeding arrogance
Arrogantly spiteful, deceitful and full of treachery
Treachery enkindled and enflamed by hatred to I

But let them be warned
I am armed
Armed with a sense of reflection, perception and absorption
Like a mirror I reflect of ways and deeds
Of the righteous and the wicked
Like a sponge I absorb society's ways
Be it the good the bad or the ugly

I'm an outcast
Cast away to rot in oblivion
None relish my happiness, all love my desolation
I'm but a stooge without any feelings
To them I'm but a fool
So they fool themselves thinking they are fooling me the fool
They forget that everything is natural
Even their unnatural hatred is natural