The Person In The Future Poem by Thabani Khumalo

To you, the person in the future,
this is what I desire of you to know:
I, Thabani, the second son of S'thembiso,
of Fikizolo, of Madloli, of Lophila,
of Mzilikazi Khumalo; the favorite warrior we all adore...
I am the everlasting tree of Barmby.
When we get to the world at its power,
it will instantly change its trite-struck color -
and so it shall go, even with the haughtiest
of people in the unknown greater future -
we are Lob never to be forgotten!
Signed under the hand of yours truly,
as the patriarch of the radical power...
Sir Tman Kiry.

I am upset to the deeper end of the universe below,
I am sad and thoroughly attenuated in my physical structure -
I feel it deep within the frozen marrow of my bones.
I do not know what is with the systems of control:
a man gives me an off-day from my arduous work
as a favor I didn't care to ask for -
Sometimes silence allows me to conserve my breath -
It goes because he is called the boss;
his will shall always be done on earth -
his brainless whims shall be served by man,
by us weakling fools of the common clans -
with a brightening smile across the face...
and I resented a man I heard shout out his praises
(hooray the name of the man called the boss)
mus' ukonyiswa yikungihleka.