Friday, 3 March 2017


Young men around, talking about; money,
women, and the number of bras, they toss,
but none about sermons, morals. It's funny,
we men, don't know of Christ on the cross.

I've got fingers crossed, and facing the cross, 
I've got sins crossed, but they still feel gross!
I pray for my generation and flip a Bible page,
Prey in revelation. We slip on a bye-bull age!

"A Bye - Bull Age"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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