Eagle's Call Invitational Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Eagle's Call Invitational



I really would want the vitriol out
Whirlpools that would drown the fury in me
In the monster's death, only privileged fools eulogize
The life of who tormented the tombs of his many victims even
The monster's tomb, I am glad to stomp and desecrate
The freedom we desire is in the individual self-control
Motor bombs or Molotov cocktails will not

In the mind of the child, is the good clean breeze of self-worth
That tames the evil in the chaotic future social order
By subjecting the body mind into a serene awe
Knowing that sanctimonious piety in itself is but a fallacy
The toxicity of politics saps the fantismal energy from the living
Let everyone take a train ride to self- introspection
And reorient away from the path of social decay.

PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
30 JULY 2020

Thursday, July 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: invitation
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Phillip Nine Mafunga

Phillip Nine Mafunga

I was born in Harare Zimbabwe
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