Inferior Three Poem by Okello Baloyi

The feeling inferior, a circle of struggle without participation a contract is concluded. Either way without preparation, one-sided history with no justification.

I stand alone in a revolving world, where almost everything, including humans change with time. It doesn't make sense even the circumstances hasn't change me.

The world is in rush, without seeking for what went wrong, success is demanded. Lately I fantasize about future without knowing if I'll survive the trauma.