My soul weeps

I have a soul and it weeps.

My soul weeps when I ponder over the past and fore-think the future.

My soul weeps over the upshots of the old and the new.

Are the consequences really the same?

Strangers predict the end of time?

Are we there yet?

I also weep when; through the window of my soul I see persecution of Life.

Treasures, plagues and greed have become the “Greatest” gifts of Life.

Some say the World was pure.

Others say the World has been corroded by “Greatness”.

My soul weeps for never knowing the difference

Can the end really be nigh?

The old and new World thought is unbelievable.

My soul weeps for not knowing the difference.

Celiwe Ngwenya