Stained Hands Poem by Qiniso Mogale

They are millionaires
They are billionaires
They own many mansions
They own private jets
They even have their own islands
But their hands are stained
Their hands are stained with innocent blood.

They have sold their souls to satan in exchange for money
They have sacrificed their own children to the occult
They have sacrificed their wives
They have sacrificed their parents
All for money and fame
Their hands are stained with innocent blood.

They are supposed to be happy but they are sad
They are supposed to sleep soundly but they have nightmares
They are constantly looking over their shoulders
They are supposed to be secure in life but they run even when no one is chasing them
They are afraid
They are very afraid
Their hands are stained with innocent blood.

The blood of those they murdered cries out for vengeance
The blood of those they killed cries out for justice
Their souls are not resting in peace
Their souls are not at peace
God shall avenge their deaths
Those who killed them shall die suffering
They shall reap what they have sown.