He fell on his face to the earth and,

So come and let me march you on to my bed of roses,For i am Ntezo and you need my bed of roses.

So let me sit under the shadow of your wet love with my muse,Because you have the eyes of a dove and your beauty is beyond compare!You are very beautiful ans delightful my sweet one,For your perfume sent out its fragrance and it came and touched my heart!Oh fairest among women,Behold! You are very beautiful…

But the trurth is distorted!And i am beaten like a dog which cannot see.Of the wrongs that we do in this society,And of the muse of love that is shared by many;For we still cannot see the wrong that we do,For this society is full of evil.My name is Jones and i am in love…

But name me youe wages and i will pay it,And my own household will belike your home.Strips,Exposed,Peeled;Surrounded in the common hands of love,And with hash and proplonged disasters! !

For the narrow path of life is through the bush.

But find out how wide it is and how long it is,Because this poem is like the hidden acts of your love!