Crooked Souls
written by: JahArt Kushite
Then they came, dressed
as friend(s)
Saying they will stay, till
the end
They came forth, with their
stinking attitude
Sinking in seas of pride
lacking gratitude
The degree of their stench;
loud and disgusting
The tell tales of their stories;
nasty and disturbing
Here, they sat and spoke
as kind men
Sugar-coating their speeches
now and again
Coining and stamping it all in the
background with a choir of amen!
There, they went and pretend as
my kindred
Yet envy wrapped their hearts in folds
of tens and hundred(s)
And echoing in their chaotic souls are
melodies of hatred.
Alas! Such are crooked souls
JahArt Kushite born Isaiah Phiri is a Capetown based Poet who recently came to the limelight through Facebook where he posts his deep soul, heart wrenching poetry. He is a published author of book "Wailing Soul" (a collection of poetry) currently under revision and soon to publish his second book "Tonnes Of Love" (a second collection of poetry). He is a published author of other poems that are featured on Spillwords.com like Vanity, Death, Coiled and COVID-19. He is a contributing poet to the forthcoming anthology titled "Colours Of Love" published by Rock Pigeon Publication in India where two of his poems are featured, I Am Thirsty For Those Who Love Loudly and I Remember Those Moments. You can find his art on Facebook, Instagram and Mirakee.
Latest posts by JahArt Kushite (see all)
- I See My Soul - March 28, 2023
- Shadows of My Being - November 30, 2022
- Crooked Souls - July 5, 2022
