When Loving Becomes a Crime
A Poem About Sexuality and Love
Holding the sword is a good samaritan
He who preaches good practice
To his children, he teaches love
Yet to others love he never shows
At church to God, he prays that he may never judge
Yet he despises two in love
By names, he called them with rage in his heart
Creeping in like a snake, he never realised it
'God does not want Eve and Eve
To get together and get married because they can't conceive'
He spits the venom out of his mouth
An innocent heart, whose only crime was to love died
By her own hands because of the words of the man of God
The good samaritan kills
He has a sword under his tongue, but
He still thinks he is innocent
Those who were innocent died off his venom
He said they were breaking the norms
For loving a forbidden fruit
He blames the devil for their deaths, but
Holding a sword is a good samaritan
About the Creator
Anathi Bungani
I was born and bred in Tabankulu, a small town in the Eastern Cape province in South Africa. I was born on 10 June 1999 and I am a writer. I used to recite poems in High School too. Please rate, share and tip my work. Thank you.
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