Coveting War Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

I need a sphincter o' hope
That very energy to toy-toy n' not to grope
To stir the still evenin' to a tempest down slope

It's all in the mind
The tongue spits arms o' war; the rest's but a grind
Even so I covet war, death I don't mind

The brazen sky stare
The hearts o' the oppressed, angst bear
They've stripped us to a bare bone; ne'er to endear

To win a war of attrition
You gotta be willing to fight the addiction
And covet war; war against cultural extinction
@13 September 2022