They say a bushman never gains weight <br />Because they never eat from a plate <br />Some think it's because of the food <br />Constantly visited by rats <br />But how come they rear cats <br />And then call them pats <br />They laugh at the bushman when they see them crouch <br />Just because they now sit on a couch <br />Even at the ranch <br />They won't sit on a bench <br />And how can life be fair <br />When people don't want to share <br />And some live on other's flair <br />And how can life be fair <br />When some don't care <br />What pain others bear <br />If all that glitter is not gold <br />What is then is the truth that the wise have told? <br />And our cheap hearts have sold <br />The price we have paid <br />Truth is <br />We are all as filthy <br />As the dust from whence we came<br /><br />Nobert Mathumo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-whence-we-came/
