I Wish My Grandmother Lived To See This Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Over the swinging hills
Down the hanging Esigondini valleys
So go memories of a grandmother I never saw

Had she lived to witness the hypes and swipes
Of the Zambezi as it snakes through centuries of hard rock
Where thieves have legalised the art of theft over time

In sneers and tears
She might have told the whole story in gold
Of how the nation was left in the cold

I wonder what she would say to the Man of Gold
Propheteering at the expense of the true Gospel
As the church bleeds and the Lords weeps
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
23 March 2023