The Blood Poem by choolwe muyaba

when iam walking down this narrow road,
iam stepping on the thorny bushes and am crying at every instance as I pluck out the tiny thorns out of my flesh

busy people are bumping into me with bottles of liquor,
insulting me after assaulting me for reason without a vision as they is no resolution and the solution is keep quite.

thugs are everywhere and anywhere and they are killing mercilessly and they are so hopeless as their killing is but for no reason.

this makes me remember the time when I was a destitute in an institute and I was chasing after a prostitute but I realised that the reality lies in Christianity because no matter the impunity the blood of the lamb washes all stains and that is the sanctity to life.

when impositility becomes a propensity due to the pronpiquity to the demands of the flesh don't forget to remember that though your sins be as red as scarlet he is able to wash them to be as white as snow.

so come to him no matter who you are,
come to him no matter what you have done
just come the way you,
because their is no better time to come to saviour for cleansing of sins