Swell in the irrational spoil
Like the demon in the boil
So strong is the societal recoil
Much thicker than the Arabic crude oil
For to love in itself is to toil
In anger, the mighty Zambezi will seethe
But hippos and crocodiles in her, breathe
As she roars and rage down the gorges with ease
Life and its pitfalls, a strange quiz
The strong and the weak alike, get the squeeze
Rhyme with a dime
With Him to the eternal table, dine
Strangers and all to the vine
Heeding the call to His presence divine
For His coming is not just in the grapevine
24 December 2020
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