Penitentiary Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga
Penitentiary
Thick immoral concrete walls all around me
The smell of sin and hell rot in the air
Humans partying in the scum
I watch my religious upbringing huddled on the hard floor
Lice and mosquitos feasting on the pile of human flesh
I could imagine wailing mothers pounding on the unyielding walls from outside
Dreams for freedom
Imagined straight curves
I have to eat the poorly cooked meals of the man I have become
Even as I battle against prison gangs and self-pity
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
12 October 2020
Unfortunately there are a lot of people languishing in our jails due to abuse of office and lack of rule of law
I hope this poem is not your personal experience. It is a fine poem, well-written, but it made me very sad. Yes, I should feel sad for someone living under these circumstances.
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4/26/2024 10:57:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah heartbreaking poem, exposing, the prrison experiences, which are, saddening, kudos for a job well done.