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02.11.2019 Poem

The Ambassadors of Lucifer

By Brian Kazungu
The Ambassadors of Lucifer
NOV 2, 2019 POEM

They are masters of this land
In fact, they are serious rogue elements
Who enjoy the sight of bereavement
In the eyes of those in their encampment

Ambassadors of Lucifer are the captains of this place
If your light starts to shine, they put you to disgrace
The goodness of others, they can't embrace
Those with special gifts, they trace and curse

The suffering of fellow beings is a result of their evil achievements
The cries of fellow men is unto them a sound of entertainment
Cruelty is their only trusted form of engagement
The poverty of kinsmen comes from their heartless schemes of self-enrichment

Those who grew up here know it's tough
Those who have paid us a visit have seen it's rough
The joy of the masses, the ambassadors do crush
The hope of the people, down the drain they flush

In their eyes, everyone else here except them is trash
In their evil hearts, joy comes from evil riches that for themselves do stash
If they can't stand your presence for long, your life they just do crush
If you think otherwise, they judge you hold a grudge, and so you, they bash

Their smiles, hugs and kisses, please don't trust
Don't even dance to the sound of music that they blast
Whatever good that comes from you, they make sure it won't last
But nonetheless, even they themselves, forever, they won't last

┬ęBrian Kazungu, 28/09/2019