The Time. Poem by Thabani Khumalo

The time set out to live on earth is very short,
the chances of making success on this greedy planet are but really feeble.
My mama said I should arm all my weapons at all times and boldly take to war;
I should be strong and murder any man that comes in to darken my way,
I should pray for the years to fare out all of the only greener gains,
and smite a hundred fold on anyone who slaps me on the chick.