Plodding through the unlit alley ways of them yet born
Non-existent eyes turned inside out
Reaching out into the eccentric dark future
Wholly imagined but hardly fathomed
Where the loved ones are so near and yet out of arms' reach
A people whose yesterday pales away from the struggles of today
Leaving shreds of the nation's history scattered all over the sands of time
Whose rivers of blood are afloat with logs from a world unknown
Claims of a victorious past shrouded in fables and mysteries
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
4 September 2020
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