Them Youthies Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

They grow and their bodies continue to grow
Maturity remains a distant yearn and desire
For in them the puny child-like brain remains
They take what they are told to heart and they question not
For their leader in innocent blood they bathe
For a morsel of bread heinous deeds, they commit

Power excites them and their rivers of mercy are long dried up
Who will rescue them, are they redeemable?
The sparkle of money and power is alluring
Shall we all keep watching our future dying before us?
Are our aspirations as a people for ever this expendable?



Phillip Nine Mafunga
24 September 2019