Wounds Of The Afflicted Poem by Preston Mwiinga

After bewitching you, they confess, after confessing, they retract their statement and sue you claiming they never made confession. They make you stand in court despite your ill health, they gang up as a family to defend their stupidity. It is all in the name religious positions.
They walk tall like they are holy and yet they are full of evil inside them. To them, eliminating whoever seems to be a threat, is a plus.
Young man with your team, you still have time to mend your ways. Take away your pride and do the right thing.
You may be a good public speaker and with a deceiving and convincing tough, but remember you not different from your master the devil.
I'm just reminding you that God is watching and one day, you will not be able to get away from your evil ways.