Inferior Five Poem by Okello Baloyi

I made some few mistakes mixed with wrongs and rights, before my very own eyes, I'm judged for things I haven't done.

I am angry, not with anyone but with life, hours turn into days and months into a year, but I remain miserable.

Collectively of who I am, as for substandard of corruption and deception I grew upon, I rip what I saw but a man I'm turning into.

Poor as you depict me, I'm more afraid of death as rich forks normally do. I'm ambitious to be vividness, not to worry about bills nor commercial value.