He who stands on the threshold of the darkest past
The dread of fear frightens his innards with fright
The path of the evil is infested with dark shadows; pitch darkness all around
Clouded mindset blowing out delirious socio-economic chaos
The very people he killed; the sanctuary of whom today he seeks
Poured he drivel on others yesterday, the master to appease
Yes, it is a fiction motivated by a fear of fear
Where are they from these dark shadows that have shaken the seat of the might?
Adopted they a child, Dollar Bond by name for biological prosperity to replace
For found they not the cure for Austerity
Even the clouds cannot shed tears; posterity is crying out loud
I wish them success in their efforts those who know the truth.
Phillip Nine Mafunga
13 November 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. A well painted collage of the horrors of today. Well done