Kenneth Maswabi
At the edge of common sense
There are no trees
Not even sand dunes
Just barren land
Destroyed by warmongers
Life is a trickle of cockroaches
A few broken ribs that lie burried
in the ground
No one knows what it means
To be outside the modern world
To be lost in a desolate and empty
land
To be without the comfort of
companionship
To be without the warmth of humanity
It is a sad sad place
To be at the edge of common sense
There are no relationships or common
interests
Just the intense feeling of loss and
darkness
It is not a place for peace or
happiness
It is a forbidden place, inhabited
by lost souls
This is just a glimpse of the
forbidden world
But human beings will always try to
extend their reach
To open the veil of the abyss of the
unknown
And enter the ghoulish realm of evil
It is not enough to wield power or
to have material wealth
Strive to have true knowledge
That will open your eyes
And make you see the unthinkable
Beyond our human thought capacity
Lies other realms that are beyond
our comprehension
There is only weeping and ghanishing
of teeth
