Still Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

STILL

The classical and neo classical merged in me
The mutation brought in me the contemporary
Does that make me backward in thought and practice?
I see myself in history as much as in the now
I trace my footsteps into the future
And I know that I have stepped into the threshold of the tomorrow

The definition of the aspired in an individual is perilous
For many politics is a quantity of books and catchy phrases
They consume fools and the simple
The terrain is covered in deceit and depths of evil
And the blind and fools have found their tragic end therein
By the barrel of the gun, poison is what they feed us.

Like township bullies, they change goal posts
To raid our future by the letter of the law
To them Pablo Escobar is no match and El Chapo a novice
They rape the nation and dare the world and nothing seems to move them
The poor are never wise so they say but they do not know that we have the numbers
Power is derived from the people; the people sustain power

Phillip Nine Mafunga
5 October 2019