I cannot boast of any knowledge
When the streets are full of homeless people
The extent of pain on their faces is unbearable
Their broken hearts are a testimony to the
absence of true knowledge, understanding and wisdom
Who wrote the Manuscript of Life?
With all the bias inserted in every sentence
Prejudice is found in every syllable
Injustice is a full chapter
I confess I have no substantial knowledge to alleviate
your lack of understanding
I cannot cure your appetite for materialism
I have no remedy for the ongoing pandemic of delusional thoughts
Everyone strives to look happy
Even when their pain is protruding
through the roof of their mental framework
The world is full of sadness (& madness)
But everything is brilliantly hidden
More people are depressed than ever before
This is not a sign of prosperity
It’s a sign of dilapidation
The human psyche is tired and chronically fatigued
The collective consciousness is in a chronic state of delirium
There is no cure for our mass hysteria
Everyone is running around in circles
Timelines, mortgages and bills
It’s a madhouse
There are no adults in this house of humanity
No one to prescribe the proper remedies
to the current state of affairs
It’s a hopeless world
Let’s stop pretending and face the elephant in the room
Science and technology are not solving our heartache
We are still lonely and bored
Political discourse is way off track
The world is sick
There are not enough teachers
We need spiritual uplifting
Copyright@Kenneth Maswabi
