It Was A Game Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

Nothing is of significant importance
Yet everything is important
The Jellyfishedness of personal values
Yet break away of bacteria influencing its growth
Wait a minutes is anybody really listening
Would we have psychologists then?
But still man we need you
Man the you
Man the race
and Man THE RACE
Well it's too old like Elizabeth old
Well well, guess who already came
By the end we all got an 8 mile
The relief of personal joy heats with a liking of characterization
Yeah read again the third time then you might have missed it.
Another chance of rafting through the gears of life
Yours and everybody else
Be human