Saturday, 28 May 2016


Why do we have to be puppets,
Blindly dancing to others' fingers?
Bodies, allowed as devil's linens,
Why are we taking all that filth?
Life, almost an impossible puzzle,
People have died, trying to solve,
Given to us, yet belongs not to us,
God created us in His own image,
Then, allowed us, in our own image,
To create the people we want to be!

"In Our Own Image"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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