Alone In The Crowd Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

They seemed very excited or was its intoxication?
Yes, the broadways of naivety were flooded with the simple
On an onerous march to somewhere prosperous
Sonorous voices commanding them to lands unknown
Their pockets being emptied by thugs from high walled scumholes
Then the crowd was running and screaming
The streets were full of bricks and broken glass
Dark alleys turned crimson red and some to the treatment table were taken
Oh my! He can't preach no more but cry!
Brass looks like gold, he warned them, and they ridiculed him


Phillip Nine Mafunga
1 November 2019