What I Want Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I have stress above your stress levels confounded,
I have no sleep across the dark face of the night,
as I listen to the dogs that bark phantom fears into my heart of stone
and I instantaneously recount -
I continuously think about life and the ones above my life,
I keep myself in line with that manner of fear.
I am a man who worships a molehill and a mushroom too,
I worship a grave and the graven images of the dead:
the Earth onto which we numberly throng,
I am a savaged idolator without a creed.
I am trying to get ahead of one whom they extol as God,
I think behind the ancient past they've pasted out to be Egypt.
I want this Earth and its water, and the stars in the sky.
Those are the only things that I really want.