Poet Poem by Phinda Mkhonta

I am an African technological psychological opium
To the unique Africans dreams,
In heartless days, no chemical situation had purified me from poetry,
Some people fail to understand me like mathematics,
They fail to get my logic, they have no tactics
To understated my divine gift of being poetic,
I love it when they think “we” poets are psychological lunatics;
This means “we” poets over load their minds with words materials
In the aim of neutralizing them to our critical words as magic,
It dramatically shows that they feel the poetic words in their nerves.