Pictures Of The Future Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Pictures that speak
Tons of love, not weak
To the visibility with no leak
That allows mortals to peer into the eternal creek
Where, one day souls will swim away into oblivion

It's in the poetry of politics
Whence meaning is lost in the ology of words
The very swirl in the tornado of semantics
With which thieves have reigned without restraint
But those that cry are not heard, or it seems

Pictures that speak
Tons of love, not weak
To the visibility with no leak
That allows mortals to peer into the eternal creek
Where, one day souls will swim away into oblivion

Maybe it's in our wholesale belief in science
That in the deafening sound of perdition, reason is blurred
Even in the way we marinate evil with new meanings n' words
Deliberately oblivious of the roar in the flooded river of self-destruction
Nevertheless, the cries of the upright're drowned in the jamboree of the perishing

Pictures that speak
Tons of love, not weak
To the visibility with no leak
That allows mortals to peer into the eternal creek
Where, one day souls will swim away into oblivion
8 December 2021
Phillip Nine Mafunga