Lyrical Warmonger Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Lyrical Warmonger



I can hear music playing in the far away backgrounds of my mind
Decibels so loud my ears are continuously ringing
Lyrics welling up rapidly from the deep darkness of my belly
Oh my! There is a camouflaged roadblock in my throat
From the putrid burp, the song must be poison worded
Someone must've poisoned my childhood thoughts

The music is dementedly loud
The poison ZANU laced my youthfulness with is upsetting my adult belly
I would rather not vomit the burning in my belly
The innocent youths may be contaminated
Can I find a pharmacy to buy laxatives to cause my stomach to run instead?
This ZANU PF poison be flushed down the hidden pipes of memories

The gurgle, the twitch, the crimson splash, and the stiffness
The eerie cries of those left behind in the background
Hushed by the threat of machete wielding ‘mashurugwi' in offices of power
The future decimated for those so young to know power games
I'm simply a poet: a lyrical warmonger
The present explains our evil past that must be cleansed and exorcised

PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
12 MARCH 2020

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Phillip Nine Mafunga

Phillip Nine Mafunga

I was born in Harare Zimbabwe
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