Revolution Or Just Empty Sounds Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

I fear no vulture
Even though it's all in the culture
Yea, death of the thinking aperture
At the end, it's a moral rapture

I fear no revolution
Let'em mutate in their own evolution
The poor find no solace in devolution
I hear the birds singing'gainst expropriation

It's occured to me, small people noone hears
The maid, their own burden she bears
For peanuts, she is all tears
The guard in the rain 'n cold with no spears

Yea, I fear no vulture
Even though they control the culture
They boast; its state capture
At the end, it's a moral rapture
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
27 March 2025