I Would Rather Die Young Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Woke up to a silent dewy morning
Wet cheeked children moaning
With sagged shoulders aimlessly roaming
She's crying; her mind a naked starry June sky looming
Seeing their future die in the choices of today, she's fuming
Walk with me and see all this peacetime destruction around us

I would rather die young for all that, I have seen
She walks the filthy backyard lanes to feed her children
The potbellied fools smiling all the way to state of the art morgues
Our country is on tailspin and the leaders demented with power of rogues
She trudges back to her a shack with nothing to show for the day's slog
I am tired; exhausted and cannot take this anymore.

Phillip Nine Mafunga
14 March 2020