The Mountains Are Calling Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Futility in the anonymity of self
People'll always remember that which they have seen before
Know this that laws are by the rich for the rich.
The same implemented by the poor on the poor
Therefore, drop your drapes and pick your path upwards.

Listen to the clarinet call in your heart
The strength of personal loyalty therein
Look at the moral map; blue mountains rise into the clouds somewhere yonder
Beyond them, an orange ball of light emerges
A land of morality and equality sits atop the summits thereon

Mountains of love and harmony beckoning mortals to serenity
Beacons of peace leading to the foot stools of mercy there about
Fountains of water gashing out life in abundance
As knowledge and wisdom cascade down through precipices of grace
Hearken to the call of the eagle atop the mountain and drink of His love thereof!
4 July 2021