Moonlit Night Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

They sing and dance under the watch of the bright moon
Giggles and laughs in high pitched voices
Some clapping hands in joy and yet some crying
Grandmother's tales the evening class of life's mastery
Let the children play for their future is at evil's bay

Playstation obesity the oily death trap
Let the children play nature to pay
Listen to grandma's evening tales their souls to mellow
Millennials rather dance in the mystics their brains dry
Let the children play the day end to find
The moonlit night; hope's harbinger.
Phillip Nine Mafunga
29 February 2020