Down The Sacred Street Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

There's a certain mad man
Running up ‘n down the sacred village street
Freedoms of generations threatened
Hypnotizing the great unwashed

With a grieving soul
And a weeping heart
My eyes are tired of beholding corruption
And when I stumble in the street, who really cares

In the Holly writs, it's written that we shall sing a new song
To me, the Old Rugged Cross still does my soul so much good
That old despised tree emblazoned in scarlet
Forever stands on the banks of the great river of life that flows from the Eternal Throne

There's a certain mad man draped in purple
Running up ‘n down the sacred village street
Like Ahab, drinking the blood of saints' n' the innocent unabated
For how long Lord, shall you let him to continue to commit sacrilege?
@19 December 2022