She Is Wailing For Her Slain Son Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Her pain is finding no repose
She dreamt of better days for her son
Like all mothers, she is still willing to risk it all
For the love of a mother is forever so strong
Her womb roars in agony and pain
Those that slew her son still sling their guns and prowl our streets
She has sought answers but received echoes from the morgue
The disquieting silence from those snuffed his life out
Paul Makopa today, Itai Dzamara, Nabanyama yesterday
Will the pure ever survive?
Functional insanity in them charged with our protection
The mystiques of ages in between; stretched by the limits of war
Generations perish but generations revive
Yea, I can hear the sound of a storm
Natural vengeance fools to surprise
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
22 June 2020