Today Poets Who Blog will join with other bloggers across the blogosphere and stand up for the human rights of all citizens in this world. I send out a huge thank you to every poet who contributed work to this project! Please leave a comment if you find any poem you enjoy. Support PWB and Bloggers Unite, the site that is bringing together bloggers for this cause, with your comments.
Untitled by Noor Fatima
My mind boggles me,
As I sit and stare at my computer,
Reading page after page,
Atrocity after atrocity.
Female genital mutilation,
Online freedom gobal act of 2007,
Genocide in Darfur,
Palestine & Israel,
Afghanistan and its¢ innocent people,
hidden terrorist that hide in the mountains,
Osama, Al-Qadia, Hasrats, Islamic Fundalmentalists,
Marring the name of Islam,
Priests molesting children,
Teachers seducing pure-like children,
I'm sure you can add to the list.
Raping in war,
A plethora more to add.
So where has the human conscious gone?
The idea that people are equal.
No room for the oppressor and the suppressed.
There is not much room for wishful thinking,
For fairy dust to free our pain.
Duration of pain that we suffer as victims,
Can not be infinite.
Actions must be taken,
sacrifices made for the human race,
Voices must be belligerently spoken with compassion.
We must stand up and take arms in words and pen and paper
DO NOT LET THEM VIOLATE OUR RIGHTS AS EQUAL HUMANS!
The Naked Truth by Adeleke Adesanya from Kiibaati Verse
She sat on the bare floor
On her rear which had craw-craw
And on her back we could track
The sore map of the strap
We should ask a thousand why
Instead we timidly try
Her case, declare her suspect
Deserving non of our respect
And we looked away
Still Truth can't be wished away
It was shocking, mocking
Our thoughts of our worth
For though she was
Naked like the Truth,
She was still Another Man.
First the Bad News by Scot from Be Not Inhospitable to Strangers
in eastern bagdad
an U.S. airstrike
three iraqi boys
looking through trash
it is global day
bodies pile up
a genocide Olympic flame
will burn in China
celebrities will protest
Someone Else's Crime by Anna Vera Williams from Free Verse
I will grow tomatoes
When you've set me free.
I will live at home in peace
Where all will let me be.
I will wake up cheerful
In the morning to the sun.
I will feel at peace at last,
Once my Freedom's won.
I have been imprisoned here
For someone else's crime.
I have lived my life in fear,
And I have done my time.
All I want, is to feel safe -
Relaxed and calm and free.
I have been good, to fellow men.
Why aren't they good to me?
I try to keep my head up high,
Imagining the day
When I will be allowed to fly,
When I will go away,
And wrap myself in someone's arms
Who knows me as I am.
I try to think about that day,
As hard as try I can ...
I will wake up smiling,
In the morning sun.
I will kiss the one I love, and
Once this battle's done ...
I will grow tomatoes in
My garden in the grass,
And tie my hair behind my head ...
And when this storm has passed,
I will sit up late at night
With cats and cups of tea,
I will live no more in fright
Once I've been set free.
I only want this misery
And fear and pain to end.
I only want a life at peace
Surrounded by my friends.
But that will be another day.
Today I must remain
Within the madness of this place
In fear and hope and pain,
But always I hold up my head,
Imagining the day
When I will be allowed to go,
When I will fly away ...
Not now. It isn't over yet
I must sit out my time,
As I have done, for all these years,
For someone else's crime.
Shells by Juliet Wilson from Over Forty Shades
Grey skies, cold and bitter wind
a share of a damp mattress
in an unheated room.
You follow orders from the brother
to the man who let your cousin die
in a truck approaching Dover.
Your parents wait back home
with nothing but pain and a photo of you
smiling through the English rain.
Shells held to your ear
murmured promises, but they are empty
here in devil’s beach.
Treacherous sands shift
impossible to know where is safe
where will suck away your life.
and by the way written by Ralph Murre from the blog Arem Arvinson.
i do not choose
to pledge allegiance
to black divided from white
red states from blues
shades of brown
in every town
one nation, all too divisible
baptist divided from catholic
gentile from jew
muslim from buddhist
me from you
one nation, under whose god ?
washed separately from
in an oh, so
while collarless slaves
dig their own graves
trying to get to the
one nation, invisible
once they’re here
there’s plenty to fear
some living large
others quite small
i’ll pledge allegiance
when there’s justice for all
- Ralph Murre 2004
"Declaration of Ignorance which forgot its purpose" by Wedlock from Word of Mouth Coalition
I can recite the Budweiser anthem without thinking twice,
even the ounces and the fast horse track style narrator ending,
some can recite bible verses from king james,new student bibles,
no ignorance or undying faith is held in Budweiser,
(surely a different retaliation,)
some take king james with a grain of salt,
i take my Budweiser anthem as it lay,
on its side,
barely more than a drip escaping curved brown lip,
holding value in understanding that much is to be learned here
as blood coagulates tightly loose with ethanol,
pondering over maps of religions on world scales,
angry blood shouting popes,
red like oil based paint smeared over blistered hands,
not that some are better,
some are worse,
but the objective demi-god, never questioning population,
generalized statement may it be,
lies rampant in faith,
pouring silver web lining, reveling in
such stringent liquid
a man turns to me paper bag hair and glassy
"Budweiser is the way the truth and the light no other alcoholic hoppy
bevarage may be drunken,
we must feed our children beer, daily, classes begin"
it must be vodka, scream the Stoliites.
questioning, probing short term memory loss mind through ages upon ages
alcoholic in silver rusted rocking chairs beside dog shit stained
i would be sitting right beside him, or her.
if white protestant tight lipped puritans killed all green buds, gentle
uncontrollable streams, magnificent hairy buffalo,
we, the "caucasian" we're sorry,
how about a casino?
no taxes. c'mon, is that not better?
oh, yea, hand me one of those Budweisers,
sit down for a second,
let the carbonated bubbles linger on pink tongue,
feel shame ancestors never feel,
feel shame we never feel with king sized sea beds,
racing watt amplifier,
but i, you, he, she will forget in unsubstantial tomorrow,
plus you have the bible to read,
and I have a beer to drink,
A Cry for Cuba by Sara Pufahl from The Shores of My Dreams
Cast your eyes upon the man
being drug out of sight.
Blood drips from the wrist
of this man,
who is not treated as a man but as
a problem- a dissident voice that must be silenced-
in a country where the only right is to
complacent and satisfied
with the nothing promises made
by the kings in charge.
Is it any wonder
why the man
would rather bleed than stand by
watching his life slide by in this land
For in time
who are held down-
their lives bound tight like straightjackets
around their necks-
They will rise and shout for more!
And they will bleed and bleed and bleed
the kings will fall.
Will you rise and shout for more?
Could you bleed and bleed and bleed
to make the king fall?
Is the time today?
If not today....then when?
Revolution starts with one voice crying out in the dark for justice.
Be that voice.
Be the revolution.