Your Life Is Priceless

By Phumzile Zwane

Your life has no currency

A single rand* is not worth your dignity

Pricing your body cannot define your identity

Avoid affinity and lift your own integrity.

Human figured minds, myopic about their immoral lives

Why they can’t just move away from these shattered lives.

Shipments of humans treated as objects in exchange of a decent life.

Selling minds, selling lives, ripping away dreams.

Their hearts cold,

worth hatred

shifted to their toes

and yet the truth remains untold.

Equal in brain that drains, the pains running through their veins

This is a new generation,

with less integration,

with no future intensions,


intuition is not introspected

This freedom is taken for granted

These temples are no longer respected

Our minds are objected

You are not for sale

You cannot be bought, neither sold

For God owns your soul

Remember God in all cases

Every season for every reason

For God knows your life is priceless

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