Born Again

Indeed war is beginning. Where mediator will come from? If you don't see someone tears, you don't happy. Where love of you are? If you don't feel smell of blood, you don't sleep. Where love of you are? Think again. Know you came from, and know you go. Yours vist must be honest. Don't mislead yourself at ways of you. Love must be light of you. We created with one hand. We cooked with one pot. Tears of someone, is yours tears. Blood of someone, is yours blood. Love someone like yourself. If you hate someone, will be same to you at creator. Poem by ndidzulafhi patric munyai