Were we born blind
Did the night refuse to break
Did the night refuse to break
To see light in day, were we born blind
Were our wings formed broken, clipped
So from the bird's nest, birth we could never fly
Who would we blame pointing fingers
For the burns on our motherland, this time
Watching on, as our sisters are rounded up
Like a herd of cows huddled to be sold
Who are we to blame for this curse
That tortures tears from Mother's eyes
When will we rise and truly take form
No longer the weak with stories of greatness
The Kings and Queens of this land as acclaimed
Yet with cowardly acts, so little bravery bestowed
Why are we so content with the burden of pain
To add to chains of hold back, locked up minds
Will a hero come out of this land
Not foreign again as rescuer, to the rescue
Prepared to sacrifice, blood, sweat and tears
And be true to the cause, a hero from this land
Oh mother cries, tears, bring back my girls
With so many of her daughters stolen
And yet not a single son, takes stands
Ready to bring back sanity to this land
Who would cure the madness that grips this land
Of false religion and politics and politics
Sending mother's sons and daughters into
The depth of insanity and inaction
I hear mother's cry I feel her pain
Bring back my girls
Just bring back my girls
Bring back my girls
Bring back my girls
And I cry, bring back our girls
Bring back our girls
Bring back our girls
oh heck.... the direct speech in the close makes it all the more powerful and intense.... i hope a hero will rise and that things change...it's terrible when a land kills their own children
ReplyDeleteA very poignant poem, Kodjo. You've wrote your poem in a moving, heart-breaking way. What a horrific situation. I think the whole world is crying, "Bring back our girls."
ReplyDeletemmm....nice commentary on the recent incident? bring back our girls indeed...
ReplyDeleteugh...if only we could sure the madness gripping the land...
I think that bears repeating -- kidnapping like that is beyond terrible.. educate and educate...
ReplyDeleteA stunning poem, for a crime that is so awful, it is very hard to put into words. The first two stanzas work so well, and the last three are perfect as a close.
ReplyDeleteThis is so heart-breaking. The crimes that are committed...just because of the victim's gender...so atrocious.
ReplyDeleteIt's often challenging to write poetry about topical, wrenching events like the abduction of the Nigerian schoolgirls by Boko Haram. The challenge is to walk the line between sentimentality and preachiness. This is a worthy effort. I especially appreciate the repetition of phrases in the first two stanzas. Have you considered writing about this topic in a form that favors repetition, such as a vilanelle or a pantoum? I think the topic would lend itself well to the subject matter.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful performance piece!
ReplyDeleteVery heart touching, the pain of a parent .............
ReplyDeletethere isn't any problem without solution...if a son doesn't rise and no need to rise a Daughter of the land shall and must rise against all brutality..and that day is not far...
ReplyDeleteheartbreaking lines....
yes, very well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a powerful piece... well done!
ReplyDeleteA powerful piece indeed. The close made me very sad.
ReplyDeleteAnna