Can you imagine,
The screams of a mother on a train,
Separated from her child calling her name,
Herded away and never seen again,
Her child, still screaming out her name?
Can you imagine,
Your husband shot dead,
A pool of blood by the bed,
Your brother before you slain,
A babe bayoneted again and again,
His mother calling out his name,
Another act of unspeakable shame?
Can you imagine,
The pain of a daughter's rape,
Her pleas for mercy as she tries to escape,
Fighting for her honour but all in vain,
Her childhood lost in lust and pain,
Her father calling out her name,
One more act of unspeakable shame?
How can we possibly understand,
Those of us who live in this land,
Where justice reigns and men are free,
Where hunger never touches thee?
No fear have we of the tyrant's hand,
For he lives far away from England.
Prose & Cons is a collection of my poetry. I will let it speak for itself in its own way to each and everyone who cares to take the trouble to read it. Thanks for stopping by.
Showing posts with label Political poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Political poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Cry Africa
Tracers red, orange, white
Racing across the sky at night,
Rat-a--tat-tat,
What are they firing at?
Boom, boom, boom
Shaking walls, trembling room
Thud, thud, thud
Splattering walls, feeble mud
Oh no, Here they go again!
Oh my God, it’s so insane.
Rat-a-tat, boom,
Soothsayers of doom.
Who, what, why,
Must these people die?
Splat, splat, splat,
Bullets and bones in deadly chat.
Evil afoot, stalks the night,
Dark brooding, primeval fright.
Hutu hatred , Tutsi might
How long still, must they fight?
Others forgive, better to live.
Than die, their blood to give,
Cannon fodder, human manure,
Flesh and dust, insecure.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Splat, splat. splat,
Boom, boom, boom,
Soothsayers of doom.
Be gone to your hovel,
Squirm and grovel,
Let daylight break,
Oh Saviour awake.
Racing across the sky at night,
Rat-a--tat-tat,
What are they firing at?
Boom, boom, boom
Shaking walls, trembling room
Thud, thud, thud
Splattering walls, feeble mud
Oh no, Here they go again!
Oh my God, it’s so insane.
Rat-a-tat, boom,
Soothsayers of doom.
Who, what, why,
Must these people die?
Splat, splat, splat,
Bullets and bones in deadly chat.
Evil afoot, stalks the night,
Dark brooding, primeval fright.
Hutu hatred , Tutsi might
How long still, must they fight?
Others forgive, better to live.
Than die, their blood to give,
Cannon fodder, human manure,
Flesh and dust, insecure.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
Splat, splat. splat,
Boom, boom, boom,
Soothsayers of doom.
Be gone to your hovel,
Squirm and grovel,
Let daylight break,
Oh Saviour awake.
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