When you're sold into slavery
blushing bride to a rebel toting
a sawed-off shotgun at the altar
when your schoolgirl reverie
is choked, forced to swallow
yet another drug-riddled dogma
when your parents are
shredded, quarantined, killed
the world seems a remove
behind the lens of cameras
and phallic microphones
when it appears only women
are despondent and protest, how
then am I a man who cannot rest
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This is in response to a post that my dear friend made on Facebook this morning, May 6th, about the situation in Nigeria, where hundreds of girls have "disappeared."
brilliant work!
So glad Anna prompted this important poem, Robert. Way to go!
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Lovely!
what needs to be said, said like music.
"how am I a man who cannot rest" *
what needs to be said, said like music, "how
then am I a man who cannot rest" *
Fave.
Thanks Wally, Bud, Tammy, Sam, Theo and Mike! I appreciate the read and comments.
Your poem may be the only good thing that comes out of the nightmare in Nigeria. *
Let's hope not, Tina. Thanks so much.
I agree with Tina. *
Deeply moving. *
Thanks so much, Cheryl and Mathew!
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Robert, great to see your work here again. And wow, what a piece! Your voice is so strong and resonates deeply.*
Thanks David and Emily- means the world to me!
This is compelling, especially the repetition of "when".*
Imagine the courage it takes to live in that reality and still strive to become educated. I'm glad your wrote this, Robert.
Amanda: thanks for the notes!
Carol: I cannot imagine this reality. Every time I try I get superbly emotional or feel fragile beyond belief. Thus, the poem and more forthcoming....thanks for the comments.
Beautifully constructed and your skill amplifies the emotional power in this poem. Yea!
Thanks so much Nonnie!
Not sure what is taking place in Nigeria upon the capture of girls or what it means, but it is fitting that the world think of girls everywhere. Many of the petitions are about American women's own girls or about themselves as girls once. I was thinking that American women are self-reliant, solo, do not speak abruptly and in time or mind read, etc.
I see the poem as a veil in justice. I agree with Carol that the missing and other girls deeply desire education. I know here in Minneapolis kids do, a yearning and hope in ideals.
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Ann, thanks as always for your salient insights. I appreciate the comments.
powerful and unforgettable, Robert! LOVE! *******
LOVE you, Meg! Thanks a ton! xo
Truth. *
* glad I found this.
Certainly one of the important issues of our time--the brutality it implies is enough to make one choke on tears for a very long time. We have got to say collectively, with our words, with our thoughts, with our choices, with everything we've got, that we will not ever agree to another's forced misery. Good job, Robert.
Poignant and heartbreaking. *
Gary, Darryl and Michael, thanks so much! Was a tough one to write. I feel as if there is more to come about this topic. I appreciate the read and comments!