I Am Sane And Very Wise. Poem by Thabani Khumalo

What a waste of expensive material!
I look at an old building that has stood in time for a complete fallacy,
I feel as if this church is going to disturb the work of my brain:

Inside the church of god... there I don't want to reside anymore -
they are always telling me this discourse of wicked gibber,
to override my head by some philosophical writing in a book.

They try to convince me that other people's writings
don't need to make up the librarian's catalogue in my personal view.
They say that everything written by other people
who have existed does not meet the standards of human knowledge -
so I should allow myself to suffer gravely
the painful losses of peace to gain the peace -
and the peace they refer to is the one that I feel.
They even try to tell me that
I should be blind to seeing beauty in any beautiful woman
or imagine anything that she has underneath her clothes.

There is nothing of rationality to support all this discourse of verbal insanity.
What I've observed with my own two eyes as I still walk across the land;
I have figured the Z.C.C to being the best personalities of the Earth,
because no matter where you meet them,
you are always sure to suffer no physical harm.

One who has any wisdom does not need to engage
in a physical exchange with a person they don't fully know about,
and it is queer that no one fully knows anything about anyone -
tomorrow he will wake up and say to himself
that he did come across a mad man walking on the land.

I don't want your children to grow up knowing that I'm crazy,
but I want them to see that I am sane and very wise.
Only then will I be in an proper space
to lead them directly to the true Messiah.