Phillip Nine Mafunga
Victory Is In The Melody
Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga
Empty highway through the dystopia
Threatening the honest species in our society
The message within, mirroring the person of the future
That redeems the prudent among us the fragile
Triggering memories saved in sonorous archived melodies
Whose echoes are from the Mountain beyond the curtain of time.
As you, watching your loved one twitch in death
A smoky gun against your head preventing you from screaming
Seething in anger so hot to burn a forest
Yet still the Butcher of Bhalagwe lies dead in a decorated tomb
The fate he denied those he butchered without cause
Will there ever be a time of recompense for the evil?
As burning stalactites, brutality hangs over our society
Whose government is perfumed by the incense of burning human flesh
As a poet I will always rave and rage against such misrule
With no privacy of words or expressions, I will challenge the powers of oppression
For I would rather be safe in a dark prison than be imprisoned in my own mind by fear
It is in the melody of pain that songs of victory have meanings.
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
1 August 2020
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