POEM: The ghost of Mthoko Mpofana
Foreword: This feels like a poem I would've written in my early twenties (or late teens) but I thought I'd retrace my steps & remind you all of my difficult path to present.
THE GHOST OF MTHOKO MPOFANA
You who think you knew the world before those who knew it before you are in great danger
Your hearts betray you & are controlled as though mere fire by the wicked so your efforts end in anger
Your anger is though misdirected because you envy a ghost
Flesh, bone & spirit intact yet still a ghost
What you envy is death
All those you praise & summon to fight for you are dead
What phantom could fear a joke?
A joke that is thought of as real but still a joke
We, the living dead, know your owners
They are puppets themselves your owners
They were led by lust & greed to their graves
As you will be led by lust & greed to your graves
Were I as foolish as you, I would be dead or long for death
But I was shown mercy by those greater than I, a fool I was for the mysteries of this Earth
But I have seen beyond the abyss, I have become a ghost
My folly led me to knowledge & I have become Mthoko Mpofana's ghost
MTHOKO M. MPOFANA
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