The Debased Land Ii Poem by Simbarashe Raymond Mudukuti

I'm sleeping
Not because I want to but just to rest this body
My mind ain't at ease
Could something be troubling me?
Hell yes, why shouldn't I?
I'm leaving in a debased land
These fools continue using the diamond fist ruling
It's getting harder by the day to make ends meet
Yet they say it's getting better
This is visible to a blind man seating at the corner of a round table
Repetition
Neil Armstrong could have seen it if he still habited the moon
If we all die who then do they want to rule?
Fig trees?