If a Man Can Think
He fell on his face
The soil he embraced
The blood from his nose
As red a rose
Reminded him of his life
His children and wife
Whom he left without a single sent
Knowing on him, they all depend
Women call him a hunk
And he feels like a man
Especially when he`s drunk
Yet, they call him a pillar
Neglecting his family for the taste of his beer
In his life the history
Of alcohol is no mystery
For lack of moral intelligence
He intoxicates himself
And calls it his inheritance
Not realizing the present hostility
Between him and his wife
Just the other day
He almost stabbed her with a knife
Demanding the food he never bought
Abusing his life
Disconnecting himself from God
She cries every single night
Her silky soft skin covered with bruises
Her life is a ship
In an ocean of alcohol she cruises
This world can only change
If a man can think
Before he drinks
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Mthokozisi Nkosi
I was born in South Africa, Mpumalanga province and grew up between two small towns, Volksrust and Perdekop. In the year 2000, I moved to Gauteng Province to live with my late father, Victor Samuel Zwane; and that`s where I completed my matric. I am passionate about online marketing, writing, blogging, reading, music and public speaking and an active member of Toastmasters International. I am also the author of three books currently available online via Amazon, Kobo Books, Barnes & Noble, Inktera and Apple iBooks among others. I am energetic and always full of life, and find fulfillment in educating, motivating,inspiring, mentoring, coaching and helping others realize their full potential and most importantly serving my community. Founder and Owner of the No Limit Power Blog
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