Editor

For any editorial feedback on this website email me on: kodjodeynoo@gmail.com

Site Statistics

1,220 Literature Posts. 5,410 plus Individual Comments..300,000 plus web site Hits..715 Individual Members. Be a part of the movement, click and join this site. I appreciate my followers and they get a pride of place on this site.

Please support and join this blog

Networkblogs

Saturday, 16 July 2011

A Vision Of Hell

For the quite sirens of ambulance cry  
Cry babies loud in faint infant voice, 
Not heard  so loud, so so loud 
The mother's ears can no longer hear  
The eyes that see, is set in trance   


Where mobs of wombs are reduced 
To pain of destitute   
Walking empty with diminishing hope   
Why has mother Africa forsaken me   
Trauma sits as the permanent marker  


Let the rebel find other roads to chant on  
Play macho on another's patch, not mine   
Food is our saving grace    
Aqua hungs as the sight of life     


And for me,  the author that be, 
An oath I make, I swear an oath 
I will never leave another tap running waste  
Ever again, never like before, in baths   
Now I know it's true value, to gain  


What became of the brothers  
The fathers, the husbands, honour  
Who seek respect holding guns and religion   
With no room in hands held out, 
For the value of life  


Is this not said to be the land of beginnings, Riches , green  oh so much to give 
How did revelations take hold of so many  
I will gladly accept what Babylon has to offer  
With open hands, please do give, for I am desperate  


While my child dies in my hands, I am helpless 
Watching hyenas laugh out loud on approach   
Babylon I beg of you to be my saving grace 
While Zion refuse to heed to common sense  


This poem is my entrance to the final One Shot Sunday at One Stop Poetry and 

I Saw Sunday - Week 44. Photographer by Rosie Grady, for the lady in the bath. I acknowledge that the poem and the picture is almost forced on each other, but this was the story I wanted to share, for its importance please visit One Stop Poetry for more poems.


12 comments:

  1. a mob of wombs...wow that is striking imagery...cant imagine how much water we waste while some go without...

    ReplyDelete
  2. Great deal of conviction in your work; made more personal through your video. I admire that you use your blog and poetry to generate greater awareness for those in need. It's been a pleasure posting alongside you, Kodjo.

    ReplyDelete
  3. In a sense, Kodjo, we all sit by the waters of Babylon, yearning for Zion. It's such a precious thing, water is, and those of us in developed countries take it totally for granted. Your poem reminds us how we should be thankful, and points to what we should be doing to help others.

    ReplyDelete
  4. What became of the brothers
    The fathers, the husbands, honour
    Who seek respect holding guns and religion
    With no room in hands held out, for the value of life

    Hearts locked in inpenetrable cages are terrifying. Thank you for sharing.

    ReplyDelete
  5. While my child dies in my hands, I am helpless
    Watching hyenas laugh out loud on approach
    Babylon I beg of you to be my saving grace
    While Zion refuse to heed to common sense

    As a mother, this was powerful...

    ReplyDelete
  6. Amazing imagery and stunningly dark. :)

    ReplyDelete
  7. I loved hearing you recite it. It's much more alive and powerful. What a powerful and moving poem!

    ReplyDelete
  8. What became of the brothers
    The fathers, the husbands, honour
    Who seek respect holding guns and religion
    With no room in hands held out, for the value of life

    From one to the other...

    While my child dies in my hands, I am helpless
    Watching hyenas laugh out loud on approach
    Babylon I beg of you to be my saving grace


    Such a profound piece... powerful, disturbing.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Both haunting and thought provoking, I adore both the opening and ending stanzas. Wow. Thanks for the powerful punch ending to a quiet weekend night!

    ReplyDelete

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...
There was an error in this gadget
There was an error in this gadget