You Can't Just Unring That Bell Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Swelling sounds of cooling breezes around self
Sweet presence of lonesomeness and peace
Unbothered by lack of human kindness
Surrounded by gardens of green serene beauty
Watching the sound of pain fading away into the dark past
Where iron clad boots would stir up flames of strife
Flashes of memories of a kid running around barefooted
From a past deep rooted in lack, a man now feeds many
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
11 September 2020