Eating The Bread Of Sorrow Nomore Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

There seem to be dark shadows in every turn
Every stride faces a competitive negating turn
Pain and sorrow; opportunities that evaporated into thin air
The unreal has become the real of today
Whatever the terrain the fight in us must hold firm
We as a people refuse to be who we are not
Success is only by our own definition
Sweat to eat your own sweet and wholesome bread

Phillip Nine Mafunga
18 APRIL 2020