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April 29, 2005
Untouchables in fragrant colors
In India the sun came closer
swallowing the fleeting shadows
beggar kids followed their hands
Stretched to Buddha, while she shopped
not looking back from her ginger cloth
that covered her sight, there was a hush
blowing atop of the bare trees that surrendered
to Ganjie, as a cow talked to the holly men.
Dalli, gasped, looking at the canvas, bewilder if the pain
that covered his misshapen lines was of hunger.
The China man grow taller, while whispering Japanese
In a cold calculated accent,as the hot metal poured
within the factory lines, he kept his Sony Walkman connected
roaming on his Bicycle, dreaming of a Chrysler, maybe a new stove
He looked at the tall buildings in Beijing, and did not refuse the
Dollar someone handed him, they were both new to him, both necessary
There were no tanks on the streets today, and the breeze in the air
dared him to go faster toward the market, the dollar bill still
heavy in his pocket
In Africa they are harvesting Daggers and watering them with blood
The taste of the white men still in the mouth of young women, feeling
So close to the soil of their land, raped, and left, and the stains that would
not wash, covering the field, the filth, the scents of the Blue sweat, vapor in air,
the young boy sold the condom his father gave him for his sixteenth birthday for green dollars,
FOUR green dollars, he was happy he would die young, like Africa, the dizzying GREEN AFRICA,
he hailed a cab going to the whore house. Four green dollars burning in his pocket.
Posted by Idinraha at April 29, 2005 05:13 PM
Comments
That was so sad...
Posted by: ShrinkLady at April 29, 2005 05:55 PM
I think it is unfair to assume that the liberal media or groups would support the work of insurgents because they might not have agreed to the rationale for the war. Plus to lump some of these people together as one group is so unfair.
The comment is as bad as the Christian Right preachers who are insisting that members of their congregation download videos of the executions to find out a) why they went into Iraq and b)why they are there.
I liked this poem until the second to last (which I did not get) and final paragraphs were added and then I could not relate to it anymore.
Posted by: ShrinkLady at April 30, 2005 04:50 PM
My Dear SL remember, Tongue and cheeck, we agreed to disagree, and you write so well, please write us a guest Rant, and tell us what you think, remember I am THE AGENT PROVOKETOUR here, I probe, push, to get whats inside you all and get it out. and I agree with you, the three first paragraph could be a poem, but it goes cooko after that, at some point I do a poetic surgery, find the missing parts and make it a poem. thanks you so much for being aloyal reader.
Posted by: Idinraha at April 30, 2005 05:39 PM
I liked the poem because the first three stanzas/verses were so sad as they depicted the misery experienced by the people of those countries who are the lowest level of society. Yet, it is also these people who make their country so rich, vibrant and are the greatest treasures to offer to the world. But because these people are measured by their wealth they are not seen as valuable - like fragant colors that offers richness and diversity. I guess that is how I read it. May be I was totally off.
Posted by: ShrinkLady at April 30, 2005 08:54 PM
I just wanted to acknowledge that I read this. But thats all that I want to say this time.
Posted by: LiveLife at May 1, 2005 01:08 AM