Looked More He Was Being Stung Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

This morning I saw a man
Walking with a swing
Why would a man walk like he is being stung
Then I mused at the idea of generations
One generation sees itself smarter
than the previous
Maybe its just in the lingo, in the slang
Where there's a slant in meaning
Moral is now oral in the mural

But why would a man walk with a swing
The fallacy of pharmacy, the sting
They would rather you do not think
Or ring the bell of sanity
A call to reason, a call to prayer
To which the trully educated respond
Again I saw a man walk with a swing
Looked more like he was being stung by something.
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
8 December 2024