Superstitious Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

The ammunition for the fearful
Coating their baseless fear with belief
Choosing to believe in their delusions
Rather than walk in faith with God
They are forever imagining witches
Seeking counsel among the evil-doers

The superstitious are forever cursed
By their own deformed belief system
They blame all their misfortunes on some unknown witch
They are quick to search for answers among the witch doctors
And unashamed to knock on the doors of false prophets
With their bucket full of promises
And the their appetite for easy money
The superstitious are forever robbed
By those with whom their trust is embedded

Superstition is a weapon of fear
Deployed by the power of darkness to rob us
To subject us to a life of paranoia
And project us as faithless beings
Undeserving of the love of God
Forever cast away into the hands of darkness
Foraging for answers in the wrong places