Simplification Of Life Poem by Mlungisi Radebe

We exist on the lap of His grace,
Serenading pulchritudinous songs
That we chant when woe shows his face.
The din of idiocy glimmers and gongs
Above clueless tongues of dingbats,
Whose ignorance is a doldrum of dread
That ruins our melody. We swing bats
For riches and felicity; we live for bread
So our seeds grow strong and healthy;
But life never loosens his firm grasp.
We solely strive to be wealthy,
So posterity sees not the stinging wasp
We call penury and suffering and dearth;
And so we exist to own more of this earth.