The Long Night Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

We are so beat down
The sun has refused to rise
The clock has lost its sense of time
Minds of the gifted brains darkened
So much that moneymakers cannot make any anymore

The enemy so invisible but ever so present in the air we breathe
The ghost has sent the powerful scurrying for cover like rodents
The streets emptied fast; factories an eerie cemetery quiet
It is so dark that the brain has lost its usual logical rhythm
Power of fear; fear of the power of death
The weak do not care for both have the same result; oblivion.

It is so dark that one cannot visit their neighbor
Suddenly the path to entertainment parks is overgrown
And the way to the cemetery is the most frequented
But there is God in heaven; our foolishness has humbled us before Him
There is one way out of this; humility and repentance from our foolish ways
The now and the future are both secured at the Cross.

Phillip Nine Mafunga
16 April 2020