One Country Too Many Emotions Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

When I look to the east, I see rainstorms
To the west, it's clear and sunny
To the north, it's windy and dusty
And when I look to the south, it's a hazy and smoky day!

I hear cries of little children
I hear wailing voices like those of old women in distress
I hear deep swearing voices like of men in great anger
The air is thick; the atmosphere, somber!

Yet the privileged party in the storm
As they cheat their way to power
Walled away from the pothole riddled economy
Their streets padded with gold in the midst of poverty

We yearn for everlasting peace; who will, but ourselves
We desire freedom; must we mortgage it to scoundrels
We need unity; will it be without our own efforts
We are our own liberators!
Aluta continua!
20 February 2021