Let us revert to the truth.
Truth rhymes with booth
it is time to remove
our budding psyche
from a constrained booth.
Booth kinda rhymes with juice
it is time to overproduce
as a kindred youth
our cerebral juice.
Juice rhymes with bemused
it is time to infuse
knowledge gained from prior abuse
to leave our nemesis bemused.
Bemused is synonymous with confused
don’t stress if you’re confused
I’m also quite
society makes the news
what we require is the truth
now I’m left with an internal feud
and all I wanted was to write a poem,
with no politics
I wished to write a poem,
with no love tricks
I tried to write a poem,
lacking rhyming tactics
but life distracted
society infected
emotions were reflected.
It’s hectic...
Thabiso
Nkoana©2002
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