The Beauty Of Misfortunes Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Beauty hides her innocence in the shadows of ugliness
As death lurks in the abundance of life
They hear the voice of one crying from the pulpit as that of a righteous tribesman
Do they expect him to smile when many of his kinsmen lye in unmarked tombs
In it all, woes magnify the meaning of blessings
Nevertheless, the freedom train will keep rolling forward
Fools will standby waving at those on their way to emancipation

The will of the courageous will always pave the way
Fortifying the resolve of those resisting the evil system
In our unity of purpose is the rhythmic march to our destiny
For their persecution has driven us into convergence of will and desire
Must we not therefore mark those amongst us who sit on the fence while we die daily?
Must we let those who enable our oppressors enjoy our blood and sweat across Jordan?

We know who we are; no one can make us who we not
For that reason we rebel; against the evil system we will break their yoke
Our pain has taught us that the mystery of power resides with the people
Our blood has watered the seeds of the revolution
And those who yesterday feared death, today do confront the monster with courage
Because we have unearthed our true history, they distorted for a long time
The mystical sound of freedom feels the air around us
Those who have taken us for granted for so long can feel it too
18 August 2020