Active Things Of The Earth Poem by Thabani Khumalo

The active things of the earth are wonderful,
there is a man who gives us measurements to every corner of the planet.
Hallowed be his name for his hyper-rhetorical knowledge
For he knows every corner taken by the wind in itsmysterious journey,
yet the definition of life, in its logical sense,
is the great desire to be ignorant and to keep on forgetting everything.

If you incline phenomenal reality to thought,
the thought will begin to exist in a physical cline and
bare the extending contrive of its scientific evolution,
that is how a man comes to agree with the realities;
when he has learned which ones are dangerous
through the daring adventures of his childhood -

but we were raised to be lazy and to lose the spirit of humanity,
so I am one of the dangerously put epic ways.
I know how to infringe on the right to physical safety,
I do so by lurking in the streets for absolute strangers.

The statutory conditional mandate to being alive -
history must die for history to be made,
yet because I am in a life driven by total ignorance,
I don't know when I am going to disseminate this beautiful poetic piece.
Inspite of all the forgetting and the ensuing ignorance thereof,
I still remember when I will erase many existential realities
and lay foundation on a worldwide war,
before proceeding into a brand new order of the sacred Barmby.

I'm substantially a ghetto child in his truest sense,
and ghetto children don't get well until they see a person die by another's hand.
I know beyond any shadow of doubt that the
murder of a human soul might be active within my bones.