Lone Gunslinger Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

We know not more than we do
Corona the virus; COVID-19 by distinction
But it appears to know more about we the humans
Spits venom; pathwaysstrewn with desolation
Rattling the door of innocence and peace
On the mountain foot of dread the world huddles in submission

We surely are in quandary as to what has hit us
In foreign lands black souls float in strange darkness
Their lives ripped out by a landmine made in a lab of nightmares
Saving lives of them who yesterday terrorized us
Back home more souls queue for a tomorrow so dreary and bleak
But I can see the reddening of the eastern horizon

Maybe they have lied to us
Maybe someone is out to making money
Maybe humans aren't that smart after all
Maybe the cure is simply in the prevention of the unorthodox
Maybe in that simplicity lays the solution to the complexity
Maybe the fools amongst us the wisdom we seek after all.

PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
5 May 2020