True Love flows like sweat in the hot
African suns shine through a black man’s skin;
As if it will always flow in the texture of the skin crust,
You find nobody is prepared to take a true stand of love
BUT Sooner or later the untruth are exposed
No matter how searing the labour pains
How loud the maternal screams
Truth love belongs to the world to keep it spinning.
I can’t imagine the world without love of togetherness,
Where people will be savage to the spirit of forgiveness,
Where no sweet flow in humankind, of need for goodness
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