Modernism Of 21st Century Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

People are rude and sometimes kind-
Clothes are expensive and we are not making much-
Social life is buried by media and we watch many pictures-

We drink too much and die before time-
We give up before we can start the race-
We indulge in habits that solace our pity scars-

We are fucking poor peasants who go to church-
And double-dealing savages trying to cut a fucking deal between tunnels-
So that we can rank above our low stations-

Technology is hiding us behind doors-
And we tittle-tattle with strangers who have fake appellations-
And we follow silhouettes to make plans-

Modern time is for prime movers, not for potato couch-
We are obsessed and confused-We smoked ourselves with debts-
We can't wake up without being broke-

Life is charging us too much-
We fight and cry for small things in the morning-
People are always running away from something-

If you are poor, you might not get married-
and if you are stupid you might not make friends-