Lazy to do the right things
But hardworking on the wrong ones?
When its easier to win,
We choose to loose?
This nature is in-built in us...
Thats why injustice was done to Jesus!
People are leaving orange trees
To climb lemon figs.
I'm always left to wonder-
Are 'end of days' made of slumber?
Because men are lighting torches in the light of day
Yet they cant see?
Are lemons sweeter than oranges?
Rotting morals with advancement of ages....
Yet we look and smile...
Yet we ignore the whole while...
While others shrug their shoulders saying ' live your life'
The heavens are watching.... And listening.
Are we justified with these orthodox ways?
Walking with our shoulder and heads high
While mucus hangs out from our noses
And breasts peeping out from our torn blouses-
Yet we get complemented of being smart?
Religious leaders are adulters,
Men are marrying men...,
When women are being married by women.
Children are now bar men and bar women.
Listen to achieve.
Beware, behave and believe.
Stop that and start opening a new leaf-
Because Tomorrow is known for no man to live!

-Kirega Titus
Copyright © 2012

Happiness lingers still
on the face of my facial skin
like traces of sweat
on a Febraury morning,
the voice of joy speaks
from within
like sonar echoes
being radared from a submarine,

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when you look the
most beautiful thing
you never know thats not
the most beautiful thing
the most precious things
are your preety eyes
which made you possible to
look into this beautiful world.

In this white man's world
that time runs
faster than a clock,
many just walk & work
like zombies already sucked up
of their human blood,
and now all's
in a rush,
for one reason to clutch,
the money,
'cause time never stops
and money never sleeps
even when we're in our tombs,
we dream
of it running,
and truly,
it did,
in the morning,
6 '0' clock,
we wake up
or already was,
and go about our work,
pursuing our cause
like cops
do to killers
in NCIS thrillers,
but difference is,
these are actual cops,
we all,
and the pursuit never stops
even though
we're drained by our work,
like zombies already are
of their human blood,
that until the plugs
come off
as it is also to a robot,
we never want to stop
in this white man's world
simply because,
taxes are like roaches,
and while roaches
are good for the ants
and also for the rats,
this animal,
humans never like,
so that all everyone does
is simply work work work
'til the lights comes off,
not till the clock stops
'cause that's not
going to happen for sure,
only until heaven comes
will money sleep off
once and for all...