A Routine! Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

I am talking of emaciated bodies
I am talking of babies
Eaten up by canines of starvation
Bathing in famine.
I see as they drawn in an ocean,
of unemployment.

I am not insane
I am sane
What am I?
I am indifferent,
they say.

I want to see transformation
I want a Swift
I need a lift
I see them on the streets
In rackets!
moving aimlessly and hopelessly.

A Routine of skinny bodies
Seeing translucent skins.

I am not insane
I am sane
I talk loudly,
for I have ears, eyes...

I will walk
I will talk
I need transformation
I need to touch it,
and feel it.
I am not insane
I am sane!