activist, protest poetry that touches on the hope that grace brings
beastly distance as they cruelly chant, they
swore, called us whores and aimed at our
cores where we kowtow to a male society, that
never passes any laws. do the police even try
to work for our cause, show them iron doors
close their jaws, quieten their roars, for men
Is it within, without, was it always someone else’s tool that they used to abuse, confuse and cruise their hate through another’s quick crisis. ——- Hell hath no fury? Give them hell. Hell is – other people said Sartre, The road to hell is paved with – good intentions. I felt like hell; are ——-… Continue reading The Harrowing of Hell
What has brought women so low that they feed on a male’s unsubstantiated flow and subverted praise.
The bounteous skin of the earth corrupted,
its bones break through, bleaching in the sun-
The brutal bombs pounded the city, shrapnel flew and pierced each animal, plant, person and planted in each the determined hatred of the violence of warring sides. === The doom laden bang lit the sky, fear filled canisters exploding, threaten lives, homes and hearths of thousands of throbbing hearts. ==== The sirens screamed their warning.… Continue reading Anti-vax
I have a dream, one cried. to subjugate and sully the lives of all those who are not like me. —— I have a dream, two cried. to bully and bait each and everyone who cannot be treated in my equality. —– I have a dream, the third said, to have power and control, to… Continue reading They have a dream.
I looked and saw thousands of children, spilling over the land, their eyes all alight and shining; bright as the sunlight on the bright blue sea. —— They danced and sang as they came, and their many hued faces laughing with delight – for these are cheerful children favoured by fortune . ——— I turned… Continue reading A Little Child Will Lead Them.
Branches brush their velvety, mossy fingers evoking a rhythm of the beat of nature’s heart, a breeze blows and a gentler pace breathes. ———- A storm grows and they scratch and drum, with fearful passions striving forward to peace. ————– They chant the songs of the seasons, and break out new living leaves, that birth… Continue reading The Wisdom of Trees
I moved through the towering trees, with their mellifluous melody and various greens and browns, reds and yellows painting a kaleidoscope, and ————- a perfect canvas for the glory of nature there. Awed, as in a holy place I saw, the joyous sound of water over stone. I sat and watched its furious rushing forcing… Continue reading Save the Jungle
My mother was the knife that took it from me. She wielded it as it had been for her and the others. Held ——————————————— me down as I screamed. ‘Don’t let them do it, Mummy! Please! Please! Don’t. Stop it! Mummy! Til —————– they stuffed my mouth and then my eyes bulging in… Continue reading FGM