Phillip Nine Mafunga Poems

In caravans of chains through the jungles we was
By our kith and kin to the worlds unknown we was
By the shores of eternity, white gods awaited us
Like cattle, we were loaded into ships unfamiliar
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There are times in life
When darkness is so thick
Times in life
When tidal waves touch the sky
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The very Great God of Heaven
For our sake, humbled Himself
To those of us in darkness, sent He a Preacher of the Gospel
To the brokenhearted, sent He the Healer
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There is a colourful butterfly in the grassy plains of my mind
Nevertheless, I am not sure whether to celebrate the day I was born or not
Was I born or was I evicted from my mother's womb
If I was evicted, then when was I supposed to have been born?
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Emmanuel Nambware insists that I must start a musical band
But how without any land?
Maybe with him managing, it could trend
I am not sure if my writing and my singing can blend
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Faced with extinction, human race tithers,
Scientists in momentous frenzy of warnings
Whether justified or not, the vast sky seems to ignore,
While potbellied world leaders squander it off in airconditioned auditoriums
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Men lie
Women cry
So, they say
Maybe women enjoy crying
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My forlorn silences
That sound musical echoes
From futures so bright and lofty
Whose right hand transcends time and space
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Portals of mercy bountiful
Cascades of grace divine
Highs and lows of youthfulness
When the pull of energy is but fooling to the young mind
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This world is strange
Very strange beyond any imaginable range
Take care that you do not sneeze lest it freezes
Rather sneak out and enjoy the breeze
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