He’s at it again.
The murmuring and
constant complaining.
The unbelief,
dripping from his mouth.
Dumping the poison of doubt
into our ears.
It’s the same thing,
over and over and over again.
He’s unwell.
Like an unjust god,
he refuses to be pleased.
He just doesn’t get it.
This thug is trying to brainwash us.
There’s no time for that.
We need to root out
the spirit of doubt in our midst,
And eliminate complaining
from our conversations.
Chestlyn Draghoender is an aspiring young writer/poet from Ravensmead in Cape Town. His work appears in Poetry Potion 10 & 11. He loves his local library and good music.