To have vowed in vain
And to stood in a rinsed oath
So inflicting, and all that pain
Endured, alike a peel devoid cloth

To discover, it was all a lie
Promises meant be broken
Tears exuded, despondently to the tie
As I yelp, hurt, left in dejection

My wrath to have built
Reminiscing utmost the phase lost
Thinking I had hewn the fault
Guilt-ridden was all I could post

But now truth be spoken
And virtue to ease vengeance
Since this brother was left broken
Darling be this clearance.

by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

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