by Kit Zak
For You, Malala
fighting for the right of girls to read
defying threats of death and death itself
your body warring against assassins’ bullets
I inhale the breath of your purity, dream your blood-red dreams
For you, Malala
I pray to see my veiled misdeed
I will fast for tolerance in my life
and call out the cancers of hungry prejudice
blinding young and old
For you, Malala
oak-brave and oak strong
I will embrace the firmness of trees
their rootedness in earth
stretching arms into the heavens
For you, Malala
I will shed skins of selfishness
roll up my sleeves for the unfinished work
join battles for the rights of every human
For you, Malala, have restored our hope
Kit Zak is an environmentalist in Lewes, DE. She has published poems in The New Verse News, California Quarterly, The Broadkill Review, Jellyfish Whispers, The Blue Collar Review, and
several anthologies.
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Showing posts with label Nobel Peace Prize. Show all posts
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Saturday, October 11, 2014
Friday, January 25, 2013
JANUARY POEM
by Patricia Davis
When fascism comes
it will come with two
children, a dog,
tell warm, personal stories,
call us Ladies and
Gentlemen, have a
catch in its throat.
When fascism comes
it will raid
the houses of sleeping
children, use stun
grenades, tasers.
When fascism comes
it will seize filmmakers’
work at the border.
When fascism comes
it will study our e-mails.
When fascism comes
the potential hostile
intent of a child
will be reason to call in
a drone strike.
When fascism comes
there will be no lawyer,
no sentence, only
the bars, the dark.
When fascism comes
it will jail exclusively
those who have
spoken the truth.
When fascism comes
it will rise from the ash
of oppression. On the wall
will hang the Nobel
Peace Prize.
Patricia Davis’ poems have appeared in Poet Lore, Salt Hill, Spoon River Poetry Review, Potomac Review, Quiddity, Adrienne Rich: A Tribute Anthology, Tar River Poetry, and Smartish Pace, which named her a finalist for the Beullah Rose Poetry Prize. Her translations of Cuban poetry have been published or are forthcoming in Spoon River Poetry Review, Puerto del Sol and the New Laurel Review.
When fascism comes
it will come with two
children, a dog,
tell warm, personal stories,
call us Ladies and
Gentlemen, have a
catch in its throat.
When fascism comes
it will raid
the houses of sleeping
children, use stun
grenades, tasers.
When fascism comes
it will seize filmmakers’
work at the border.
When fascism comes
it will study our e-mails.
When fascism comes
the potential hostile
intent of a child
will be reason to call in
a drone strike.
When fascism comes
there will be no lawyer,
no sentence, only
the bars, the dark.
When fascism comes
it will jail exclusively
those who have
spoken the truth.
When fascism comes
it will rise from the ash
of oppression. On the wall
will hang the Nobel
Peace Prize.
Patricia Davis’ poems have appeared in Poet Lore, Salt Hill, Spoon River Poetry Review, Potomac Review, Quiddity, Adrienne Rich: A Tribute Anthology, Tar River Poetry, and Smartish Pace, which named her a finalist for the Beullah Rose Poetry Prize. Her translations of Cuban poetry have been published or are forthcoming in Spoon River Poetry Review, Puerto del Sol and the New Laurel Review.
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