The Rugged Terrain Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

I have never been to the beach
For me the sea is way out of reach
On hilltop so I was born to preach
My formative life was therefore made of a mountain stitch.
Rolled I down, destructive laws to breach
That does not make me a rolling stone or a snitch

I have never been to the beach
To me it appears the sea of wealth is for the born rich
The hilltop of my birth is a solid rugged peat
The genes came from all over and made they one solid lump of meat
To me people are people and the same fate we all will meet
That does not make me a rolling stone or a snitch.

I have heard of the northern lights and am yet to see them
I have heard of Heavens and One who descended from them
From my hilltop of birth do I think both exist.
The smooth slide of reasoning in contrast with the rugged slopes of faith
Wisdom waters will always stream down hill into the valley of foolishness.
Still that will not make me a rolling stone or a snitch.


Phillip Nine Mafunga
25 November 2019