Eatin On The Hoof Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Swarms of mosquitos in their blood stained chorus in the reeds
With the sun settling slowly away from our day's needs
Darkness unfurling over the corralled and agitated war steeds
Waiting hopelessly for livelihoods long gone with the political geeks
We are Africans; we do not eat Halloween peeps
Nor do we have any more time for their positive pip
We have our eyes fixated on the prize: on their antics, we will not peek
As the young gird their loins for the peak
Where one can clearly watch the sun break from the horizon with a shy peep
Over the dark covered moral steep
We are running out of time; our patience is no longer up for keeps
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
18 September 2020