Merry Christmas Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

I wish you a merry Christmas my country men
But I wish I understood or knew what that means
Because of the way we are progressing fast towards yesterday
To the poor blind bat, the tomorrow we desire is much clearer
I really wish you a merry Christmas my country women

But want does it mean really with all this dryness around us
The brooks of mercy flow no more
The backwaters of love and thoughtfulness have dried up
I can smell gunpowder in the air
Merry Christmas son, merry Christmas my love

I wish I could turn the carols I sing into tangible love
The same carols even them enveloped in avarice sing
Humanity must hang her head in shame
We gather more than we need and throw away what would have saved a soul
Merry Christmas indeed hoping it make sense to say so.

Phillip Nine Mafunga
24 December 2019