Poor Man's Anthem Poem by Nndanduleni Nelson Nemaranzhe

Poor man's anthem

Am so much limited to time
Wasted years, painted pictures
Every time I think it's gonna be fine
I keep asking when, lackmophobia
My calendar is losing its dates
My chromatograph no longer ticking
Sytromophobia, operation pain addicted
Monsoon holy, novel poems
Walking on clouds, twilight heaven
Eternal couture, passion purple
My theosophy being my biblios.

My silence being too loud
My salt my toothpaste
My sugar my meat
By noon or by night
Encompassed by terror of horror
Legless spiders, wingless owls
I keep dreaming drowning
When am dead I will scream