A Metaphor Too Many Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Black man is under siege
A history carved in bloodstain and agony
Ours is a life incused with a mark of pain and sorrow
Even the sun seems to skirt our skies
Europeans plotted to plunder our wealth
Africa, Australasia, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea
The South Seas and Polynesia alike

They have killed us for our wealth
With our sweat, we built their cities
In Africa through our leaders, they kill us
In America, they gun us down like game
They have taught us avarice ensconced in democracy
Competition we now compete to devour one another

For how long shall they spill black blood?
Women and children are crying
Hunger, starvation and famine our songs
Our culture poisoned, our self-worth trodden upon
Those who fought for our freedom, their bones must be aching in agony
Seeing what we have done with their spilt blood.



While we still smarting from the evils of the past
A more sinister future is kicking through our unguarded backside
The dragon has landed on our shores hiding behind the sun
He has no guns but corruptible power and deception
The signs of the times ahead are scarier than the past
Wake up Africa; let the sun of your sons and daughters rise again.

PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
30 May 2020