Kwekwe

Kwekwe, a woman of firm belief, held tight,

That people's nature, a constant, fixed in the light.

Change, she declared, a fleeting, fragile guise,

True colors revealed, beneath the disguise.

"They can't be trusted," her voice a solemn chime,

"If a leopard's spots, can ever truly climb

To a different hue, then hearts may mend,

But trust rebuilt, on shifting, uncertain sand."

Only Christ, she claimed, possessed the power to mend,

To reshape the soul, a transformation transcend.

A divine touch, a grace beyond human reach,

To truly alter, a nature out of breach.

Though others may argue, of potential within,

Of paths reformed, where growth may begin,

Kwekwe stands steadfast, in her unwavering view,

That true change resides, in a light eternally new.