The Clique Of The 21st Century Poem by Tshepo Malekutu

We live in a realm of misery, suffering, and indentation.
We are very remote as mortal beings and we are so dismissed by characters.
We are yearning for human relations and compassion.
We are trying nothing but to belong in a nation of devotion.
We want what is noble and high in a station of living.

We auction ourselves cheaply and befriend uncultured barbarians.
They stream the world: Uncultured barbarians.
The low station is weak with purity and moral status.
We are solely flourishing and surviving on a sequence.
We are behaving unknown and beclouded to what is pure.

The tenderness we draw from mortal beings is a colorful medicine,and we can't get it from beasts or things.