From Whence We Came Poem by Nobert Mathumo

They say a bushman never gains weight
Because they never eat from a plate
Some think it's because of the food
Constantly visited by rats
But how come they rear cats
And then call them pats
They laugh at the bushman when they see them crouch
Just because they now sit on a couch
Even at the ranch
They won't sit on a bench
And how can life be fair
When people don't want to share
And some live on other's flair
And how can life be fair
When some don't care
What pain others bear
If all that glitter is not gold
What is then is the truth that the wise have told?
And our cheap hearts have sold
The price we have paid
Truth is
We are all as filthy
As the dust from whence we came