History Has No Blanks Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Raped
Robed
And plundered
She shipped us away like bootleg
Stashed in stinking vessels like caches of sardines

Slogged
Flogged
As we floundered
Of our blood and sweat; our skin torn from our backs
For the very opulence she bragged about, was

Muzzled
Bamboozled
Our identity, fizzled
William Wilberforced by hunger, disease, and strife, so called freedom
While she continued to plunder and strip Africa, bare

I therefore have nothing good to reminisce on her demise
Let the political elite mourn and wail for her
For when King Zwelithini died and we mourned alone
History has no blank pages
The black man's history is blood stained and harrowing
9 September 2022