Profiles On Paper Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Profiles On Paper



I AM PART OF THE UNIVERSE
THAT BURNS THE SOUL OF MAN
WITH FIRE SO INTENSELY FRIGID - COLD,
A HEARTLESS GENERATION THAT IS DELIGHTED
TO SERVE INK ON PAPER THAN THEY DO
PEOPLE OF LIVING TISSUE.

PROFILES ON PAPER -
ALL WE ARE IS A PROFILE ON PAPER.
IF THERE IS MAN NOT ME(AN INKY STAIN ON PAGE) ,
THEN WHO THE MAN IT IS?
THE PALE SKIN DEVIL.

Profiles On Paper
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Phis bit is about how cold the boss of the universe is who can not be reached and reasoned with on any given time of the day. He reigns over people by a written standard and not what people really have to present. Profiles on paper, all we are is a profile on paper
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Michael Walker 22 November 2018

Technology has advanced a long way in the last ten years, probably contributing to an impersonal feeling among people. You can get too attached to a mobile phone or tablet, whatever. People matter most.

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Kelly Kurt 02 June 2015

It seems to get worse as technology advances. Recognizing individuals for their uniqueness is a worthy goal for anyone, but bosses should already know this

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Thabani Khumalo 16 June 2015

it should be at least better with you, given that you are not a people of colour because where i am right now, it would seem to you as though the people at the top don't think at all. it'd be explicably clever to assume that they all at job for some guy whom they also don't know - but fear of course - cuz that's what happens when you don't know your boss. think about how they'd go gather power from the people, but when they sell it to strange families, the people become of absolutely no consent. thank you for reading my thoughts even though i am not rich or famous.

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