Joshua Zwane

Rookie - 1 Points (1992 02 23 / South Africa)

Working Arrangements - Poem by Joshua Zwane

Air has been breathed before
Wise words said, we cant utter no more.
Working arrangements
Riddling to the mind, installed like the future's out now in store

Discovering advised opinions, fiddling
Philosophised by Technology bring me to live, run an electrical current in my Biology.
Sentenced to serve puppet lives stringed by the Economy, sickening.
For I am in capable of sub-merging my atom's autonomy
Movement relative to some fixed systematical means,
Dreams sputtered-All nowhere wonder land's commodity.

Who am I
Am I who I Am
I Am whom they want me to be, a turmoil
I can only get better, stay unchanged or loose it all-together.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, January 14, 2013

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