The Root Of Bitterness Poem by Preston Mwiinga

O bitterness do not feel my heart shakutemwa.
You are planted in many hearts the root of hatred, how I wish I can call the arm worms to uproot those roots from the bottom.

In a heart the roots are hidden, unseen, repressed, private and fall but grow into a creature.
Though unseen, you stupid roots nevertheless feeds our souls You informs our mind,
and fuel our motives
the end result is disatrous

Dear roots we will be always be on a lookout for anthing that resembles you.
Because if we left our hearts unchecked; you may spring up into a noxious weed spreading death & destruction.

Even as I lead my life, I am motivated encouraged that even though O roots you seem to be that sturborn I am not alone, I have a fighter.
I Know the antidote to your poison I know of he who is gretater in forgivinesss and that is my Jesus Christ.