Sleep Poem by Thabani Khumalo

The way the Earth has gone to sleep,
They want to sleep and be entertained by a life of dreams. They have almost forgotten that they fell asleep and like that, they will rot and die: human race will rot and die.

Look into your darkest fantasies and find the ways we use to trap a lover, We first glance and read from the experiences of their eyes
and see the things they know before going about saying hi to their minds.

The World is a woman - the Earth is alien. Why not give in to a woman and suspend ourselves from a static position of a sterilized living? A mental slave alone wants to remain at the same place. We need to live under the spell of a muse-delight and sing a masterpiece from a genius head. We need to let ourselves into the insane fantasies of her head, to discover the foundation of all her thinking ways And see the raging sweetness of her heart of hearts. You will find there, a boiling anxiety for life not getting tender And you will be sorrow-filled for the very first time.

The mind of a woman has the scientific secret to a better life; the need in her heart for a luxurious pampering And every woman, I know, loves a pampering. Man should let go of the tough love of the Earth and search for other relatives in the worlds unknown, and travel farther-and-far into the blind atmosphere - to find for themselves a mind to give a woman a good life. Evil will end and good will continue, and life will be good again.

The World is big and the Earth is small, so where is the freedom in remaining on such a tiny place? Where is the freedom under the blue sky? Now, that is older than good and evil...This is a very old story man has forgotten from his sleep. The way the Earth has gone to sleep.