Wrench Of A Curse Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Soils harden up like a rock,
Seeds won't germinate them
If they sprout they wither up
Few plants survive the whole
Burst flowers that poison bees
Birth bitter wrenched fruits
That poison the children of Joe;

A society cast in superstition pops
Every successful person is a witch
Mothers hate their own children
Love the children of the neighbour
And jackal fathers die while alive
Children grow hating one another
Fighting over nothing but grudges
But meeting for sermons
To praise the god of love