decolonisation Joana. I'm killing the time That I should be spending Working on my future And on making myself a better person By reading and learning But nothing matters anymore Nothing makes sense The third world is lost And so am I I was trapped by the coloniser of my mind And it will abandon me By my own will And soon I'll have no means to survive No water to drink Or food to produce I'll be just another starving undeveloped nation Populated with confused souls Disturbed minds And aimless hearts. 000705 what's it to you? who go blather from