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Beyond the limits of taste
Our lives would have been a waste
We would have been in disgraces
Without our parents’ warmest embraces

We were empowered by their sacrifices
Without them, we would have suffered many damages
We wouldn’t been fit
To make the ends meet

But respect has gone out of our minds
Where is the origin of such kinds
Let us not make our parents cry
Till their tears go dry

The seed we plant today
Is the light of our way
Our minds will be set free
Like birds in the tree

Never fill your heart with brutality
And things that will intoxicate your ability
Respect your parents
You will remain blessed.

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This poem is about respect that has gone away from mankind

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Written on September 13, 2013

Submitted by lwazi_m on September 13, 2021

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My name is Lwazi Praiseworth Mgulwa from Kamastone Village; Whittlesea. I am from a family passionate about writing and exploring different phenomena. As a village boy I grew up being taught to live by guiding principles which made me to be who I am now. I was made to understand the situation of my home and the entire family lines, respect, caring, loving, showing mercy and living in hope even in hopeless situations. The beautiful mountains of my beautiful land have brought something for me to write about. I have met good people along the way and have made friends out of them. Writing has become part in my life, a gift from Creator. Even when I would see myself in the wilderness I know that I will never be alone. Jah bless my family who motivated me to move even further than this step. I therefore show some honour and maximum respect unto them equally. more…


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