Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A poem ...

Strange set of cirumstances presented themselves this morning ... while reading the news on the internet. Found a link to the issue of the Canadian genocide of indigenous tribal people by the Church and State of Canada http://www.hiddenfromhistory.org/
and the movement for truth pursued by Keven Annett, when my daughter sent a poem over the email, with the title: 'Freedom Speaks Genocide' so just had to share it:


FREEDOM SPEAKS GENOCIDE BY L:

You preach the words Allah
you praise the mosque, the church, the Buddhist temple
pray and ask for forgiveness
the sins that mount
the tongue that spits the verses
the once blue sky turned grey
cross, crescent aren't they made of the same?
blood, sweat, bones
the 3 words of wisdom
the 3 words of controversy
worn away by man..
"don't use god's name in vain"
but yet the mist beyond the hills still burns red
the devil's colour
the colour that yells the flames higher
what's it all for oh Allah?
the lucky number 7
or the firm belief that you might be right?
there is no right, wrong, big, small
words are the mirage
the sensual dancer in the desert
the luring snake towards the apple
greed, glutton, envy
all bad things in three;
what did the mother tell thee
greed, glutton, envy
the bane of your misery!

J

PS ... didn't know she did poetry too!

1 Comments:

Blogger joladies said...

An interesting piece of poetry. It seems that she just sat down and wrote it from the heart - very deep thoughts there. Hope we see some more. T

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