Barbarious Poems

Unpreparation Life

Now is raining.
Now am eating headbone and it also great sorrow.
As this rain is destroying this whole road.
Because on this road, there is no brige and dike.
That is why this water get angry.

Now i realised that is not about this is a cruel rain.
Am certaintly know that am a barbarious.
Why am i still keeping saying if, if wont work at all.
Why am i still thinking about, why i did not thought about before.
Why am i still making things matter wess.
Why am i not thinking about a solution.

I was using stick because i was blind.
Now am no longer be blind, so why am still using this stick?
So now i have a tongue, so i can feel all teste.
Now my eyes are open, no more use locust eyes.
I wont start a fresh, as no miracle can bring me back to be young again.
But now am certainly know that young had leant.
Because people called people by other people
That is why mistake called lesson.
Now i undertand that unpreparation life is disaster.

poem by munyai ndidzulafhi patric