A Marauding Troop Of Baboons Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

They toiled for the prescience
Gained the notoriety n' lost the economic residence
Underpinned by empirical evidence
For that's birthed from clear ideological resonance

The villagers watched them toil for the cursed veil
N' wondered why they labored in vain
After the silent pelting by the villagers, oh, what pain!
The rejection, the unwanted tag the indelible stain

For lucre's sake they toiled n' yet was soiled
An attempt at buying acceptance, spoiled
Even with all legal systems for them so oiled
Still, things came to the boil n' fortunes foiled

In the cover of the night, the villagers comforted the one hunted
By day, he stood like one forlorn and haunted
The scholars critiqued his yellow silence
Yet the villagers mounted their hopes on his promising future ambience
13 February 2022