POEM No. 4: Mental Slavery
By: Sis. Edna Twara (Kenya Division)
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I think therefore I am,
In principles I’ve proved not to be firm,
The brain is the battle field,
Time is far much spent
But still in doing evil I’m bent,
What am I to do with this carnal mind!!?
Hard has it proved for the right path to find,
I’m really lagging behind,
What am I thinking!!?
The ship am sailing on is sinking,
There ain’t nothing worse than mental slavery,
This is when one looses his bravery,
And even control over self,
I believe it’s only Christ who can set me free,
Like a flying bird from a tree,
Each passing day I feel weaker and weaker,
It seems like I’ve taken liquor,
It seems like there’s no one for my rescue,
By myself I’m not secure,
It is said that colonisation is the state of mind,
True indeed for strong are the chains that me they bind,
I am poor, wretched and blind,
All this is because its not by mighty nor by power,
That’s why I’ve decided to surrender it to the Holy Ghost from this hour,
Just as I am,
O Lamb of God I come,
I plunge beneath the fountain drawn from Prince Emmanuel’s veins,
Therein to rid off my guilty stains,
Create within me pure thoughts,
That at long last I may dwell in Your courts.
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