Sounds Of Tomorrow Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

This morning I woke up with shadows of brutality standing over me
A cloud of fear hovering above my tomorrow
A putrid smell of uncertainty on my sandals
Voices of doubt whispering into my ears incessantly
They say I am a voice of doom even though all has been but doom
Even though they kill us daily, our blood will water the freedom we seek

In the streets of shame, morbid stray dogs will ravish their corpses
Forget they that power is temporary; the people are the custodians thereof
Trust they in the might of the sword
By the might of the masses, we will confront them
All their vile words we will make them swallow
We are resolved to scale the very summit of our freedoms
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
6 July 2020