Freedom River Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Be wary of your fantasies
It's been a hundred thirty five years
Wars, massacres 'n land expropriations
Suppression 'n repression
Illusions of conquests
Falacies of freedoms 'n self rule
Bu' I tell you it's been a hundred 'n thirty five years
We've self determined our own oppression
I see it
I hear't
I feel't
It's all phantoms like in folklore
For oppression' has no colour
Yet so disntict in character 'n form
Our songs are of moarning
Our streets but streams of our own blood
Be wary of your fantasies
It's been a hundred thirty five years
Still longing for the banks of our Jordan River
Wherein we'll sing 'n dance under the glare of the moon
A hundred 'n thirty five years its been
Shall we continue to number the years in blood?
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
1April 2025