Knowledge Is Pain. Poem by kizza michael

knowledge is pain.


Knowledge is pain,
On thy cold gray sea, they stand!
And wait to rumble with the fish like death is a myth their tongues utter, 'your are ok'
thoughts arise in me, 'i wish i didnt know.

O, well for the fisherman's boy,
the sisters of the world shout, 'we need it'
Oh, well for the pilot lad,
'make sure we reach safe', they sing in his dove.
lost in reality, its painful.......

look at them in camouflaged clothes
ribbing shoulders with nature, while i am in my state of the house though i walk tall as.........
Less salaried though work the whole day in hot buildings with weave birds of children as if.......

knowing is death,
judge because you know is a crime, ask the bible.
and not knowing is suicide because
your voice will always be in the hills of earth
And your sound will always be still!

knowledge is pain,
But tender to living.