As My Person They Smeared Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Through the smear
A flood of tears, yet no fear
My voice will they always hear
For in the entire sneer, my conscience is clear

In the thumping beat
Galloping down the mile in the heat
In the drought of thought, a leaderless streak
Fools will always be upbeat

The train has since left the station
No use shouting, the future has no rotation
History is deplete with heroes with no destination
Well this is my home too; I'm not here on vacation
@17 March 2024
Phillip Nine Mafunga