Fading photo
The battleground lay,
Scattered with men
Like a field of dull ridged leaves.
The hollow, flaky,
Forgotten bodies
Stain the lifeless ground.
Killer clouds and flying bullets
Have swiped their lives away.
Many lay
Clutching their necks,
Searching
For God, for help
This is my story,
My frozen story
That will eventually
Fade away.
The soldiers will haze
And the massacre ground will pale.
But all should pass on
me spiritually
to your children.
And all should keep my forever message;
Remembering is a must,
Remembering is a responsibility.
Sunday 5 October 2014
Thursday 2 October 2014
ANNOTATED POEM - FREE SHOES
Free shoes
The free pair of shoes stand in rows,
polished and black like coffins for small pets,
Lined with white.The evacuated children
Sit in rows eyeing the pairs,
Child after child after child, no parents
Anywhere near. When it's their turn,
They get a pair of new shoes
And the old ones are taken away.
Of course it is kind of the nice people
To give them the shoes. Of course it is better
To be here than where buildings
Explode and hurl down pieces of children.
Of course, of course. This life that has been
Given them like a task! This life, This love-
Black bright narrow broken-in shoe.
The free pair of shoes stand in rows,
polished and black like coffins for small pets,
Lined with white.The evacuated children
Sit in rows eyeing the pairs,
Child after child after child, no parents
Anywhere near. When it's their turn,
They get a pair of new shoes
And the old ones are taken away.
Of course it is kind of the nice people
To give them the shoes. Of course it is better
To be here than where buildings
Explode and hurl down pieces of children.
Of course, of course. This life that has been
Given them like a task! This life, This love-
Black bright narrow broken-in shoe.
ANNOTATED POEM - Remembering is our Duty
Remembering is our duty
Let no one take the memories we cherish
Let no one break the cycle of remembrance
The trivial, the everyday
These fragments that make up our lives
Let no one taint the memories we cherish
Let's celebrate the art of not forgetting
Let's celebrate the art of total recall
The past that makes up our present
The present that's our future
Let's celebrate the art of not forgetting
ANNOTATED POEM - Children in wartime
Children in wartime
Sirens ripped open
The warm silk of sleep
We ricocheted to the shelter
Moalted by streets
That ran with darkness.
People said it was a storm,
But flak
Had not the right sound
For rain;
Thunder left such huge craters
Of silence,
We knew this was no giant
playing bowls.
And later,
When I saw the jars of glass,
Where once had hung My window spun with stars;
It seemed the clear sky
Lay broken on the floor.
Sirens ripped open
The warm silk of sleep
We ricocheted to the shelter
Moalted by streets
That ran with darkness.
People said it was a storm,
But flak
Had not the right sound
For rain;
Thunder left such huge craters
Of silence,
We knew this was no giant
playing bowls.
And later,
When I saw the jars of glass,
Where once had hung My window spun with stars;
It seemed the clear sky
Lay broken on the floor.
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