I do no evil if, I swallow again
my waste.
When upon mywounds poverty
licks sore.
When from it’s bread I feed my
crumbling stomach daily.
When on my weak biceps
trodden down by hunger Ibow
to again what I wasted before
it ruins me .
I do no evil when your love I
misjudge to embrace the
emblem of my doom.When my
weakness you presume
negligence.
When to cure me my lacet
Of trials you enforce
punishment On my tiny body
to bear.
When to bear our brunt I sold
my shame and ignored my
course. How will you now
drill me of courage and grit of
love. I hope you
forbear when I leave discipline
to rush after the cunning
world.
when my prayers metamorphoses into pleasure
when my prayers metamorphoses into pleasure
