GOD OF ACTIVITY

Whilst not claiming to be better

I fear I might do you a favour

Not the one u’d appreciate though

And that is the reason why I fear

You may doubt my instinct

You may even loose me

But your sanity will agree

 

You are fine

Intelligent

But what are those?

When it comes to a home

You see many potential men

But your heart their action piece

Drawing nigh until the dark

Only to be gone in the morning

Hope shattered, you hope for another day

 

When all seem not to come

You resort not to be bored

Activities

Was all that you cared

Camouflaging religion for behaviour

The days of your youth you wasted away

Now claiming to be a saint for the weak ones

Yet I dare to say the weak are no longer amidst us

For the days are gone when men look for women in church

 

Rude as a pig

Your inner-man is like the mud

But your foundation-face we kiss

Until we light the darkened spot

Then, our heels we took

You remind me of my childhood

When I had no close pal

I’d go to the kitchen with my mum

Even when my sisters were all gone

Cooking and listening to tales from church

Was the only company I had

But all was activity

If I had a close friend

The real me would have been out

Playing on the field like I never cared

Not claiming to be a working kid

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