A Mass Of Cloud Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

A Mass Of Cloud



We are drinking soup made of alphabets
Wallowing in misery of thought
And yet stands He by the door calling for the lost
Come dine at the table of eternity

We are hard on artificial intelligence (AI)
Yet so soft on moral intelligence
Watch, stands He by the door knocking
For the wedding supper is set
3 April 2023

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Phillip Nine Mafunga

Phillip Nine Mafunga

I was born in Harare Zimbabwe
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