Uncut Melow Moods Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Dancing in the light smiling wind withal
The expired child in me to inspire without
Tapping my moral foot to the rhythm of love so pure
To the music so mellow, occupying the unfailing spaces of love eternal
Mocking the very evil onslaught upon our race
Our blood is so hot with rage
Distanced from the trappings of death till ours cools off with age
Against the destructive thick wall, guilt pummels them
Hailstorms of no mercy taunting their progeny
Consumed in their fear and worry of our good
Whose appetite is behind the fragile walls of greed; burdening life within
Our placid resistance fools their arrogance
Ours is a mummified immortality; we keep showing up uninvited.
Destruction lurks under the seat of power
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
6 June 2020