The Apocalypse
written by: Tinashe Muza
Primitive cognitions
Pathetic they are
Blinded they are
Proclaiming to be on top of the food chain,
But rather being devoured by the vultures
That ray of life that once flitted obfuscated by arrogance
High handed they are
The love of patronization is overwhelming
How can such souls be redeemed?
Obliviously walking in the path of Beelzebub
The clock ticks
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Eventually, it comes to a halt
You’re too late
Purity now reigns
You shunned away from the truth
Feeding on delusion
Feeding on megalomania
What now?
A medical student, born and raised in Zimbabwe, Harare who wishes to advance his studies into oncology but also finding himself gallivanting in the world of poetry.
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