I woke up from my self-induced deep sleep
and realised that the world around me isn’t flat
realised that I’m no longer liked and have to think
what to do and do it,
what to eat or scavenge,
hunt and eat roots atop trees.
I’m not getting fulfilled because I’ve seen
man and how cruel he can be whenever provoked.
I’ve become unsure of the world and my surroundings.
I feel like reading a book but my eyes are itchy and red.
I think about listening to the radio but gospel sounds
like political speech.
I’m from a farmyard where things are slow and quiet,
and now find myself having to choose between;
new technology and an empty stomach,
new wardrobe full of clothes and faith in God.