At a distance the photograph of the bombing
of Gaza portrays only streaks of light.
It is those who are bombed who smell the blood,
hear the screams, and see the panic as dead
children are pulled from the rubble. The victors have bulldozers, tanks, drones, the homes of those they've evicted. The poor have slingshots, but like ancient David they will prevail against this modern
Goliath. It is time for the UN to mediate and enforce a peace treaty.
SHANTISWARUPLAARA
Sanskrit for a human being fashioned of peace
I stare at my blade,
And all I see is a tool of war,
Made not for a time of peace,
But for a moment of war,
To inflict pain and suffering,
Not to help and ease,
People say they are proud,
Of there kill count with a blade,
The cold, sharp and unforgiving edge,
That does not discriminate,
On who it inflicts it's pain,
The edge is hungry,
And wants to be fed,
With the blood of it's victims
Can you resist,
It's call for blood
Blood
Like flood
Flows from mind
Creating an ocean terrific
Of thoughts good and horrific
Look at the soil, full of nutrients and life
Look at the deer, it prances happily as it dances
Look at the bird, fluttering with beauty and grace
But if you look at the human, it will punch you in the face
If you see their smile, you look at their crooked mouth
If you look into their eyes, you get trapped inside and can't get out
So, don't look anymore, gouge out your eyes and stop getting trapped
Rip them out, one by one or by the same time so you can learn to say goodbye
Learn to let go and learn to go let learn
because the blind truly sees what the mind can't comprehend
An endless sea of agony where one would wish he was dead
Cold hands grabbing onto a warm heart, still pumping, lub-dub, lub-dub
It squeezes lub-dub-lub-dub-lub-dub, it squeezes and squeezes until the heart opens
You smile because you've finally seen the insides of the heart, but it was terrifying,
The blood was everywhere, and when you went right, there was nothing left,
So, you went left, where nothing was right, and still to this day you are still trying to wipe off the blood
Still smiling with that crooked smile while the deer is still dancing and the bird still has its beauty and grace, some things never change, like their grace, or the human urge to punch something in the face.
We love it though, the blood, we want to be just like it, leave a lasting impression where nothing can wipe us away, we want to be here to stay, even if the sight of us makes some sick, we love it though, don't we.
As the deathly, Icey slices of the shattered glass fly towards my face, unzipping the skin…
I knew. They. Were. Here.
The cold sweat pours down my face as I search for a plan…
I can’t hear myself think!
The deafening sound of bullets showering on your cover
The yelling of young men
…and the last shrieks of the female nurses, who have now fallen
contributes to the foul smell
The foul smell of the empty shells where the souls lived.
“Fuck!”
My long hesitation on the battlefield has paid off…
O’, the exquisite beauty of the sharp pain
One glance down…to view the left shoulder
As the metal drowns into my flesh…
Harsh Rubber of their soles thuds
Thuds. Sound surrounds, me
Up
Only to see the points of those guns
Only to see the strings of life
Face. Me.
BANG!
-Sachi Ruaya
*Written within the time limit of 15 minutes (phew)
Unwanted – I am a constant reminder of your pain
She gave birth to a beautiful little boy
No pain, no sadness, all he brought was pure joy
A new life into this world, for her to love and to hold and call your very own
Her biggest wish was to have more children, her little boy’s clone
Pity she didn’t know that it would be her biggest woe
A horror memory engraved in her heart and soul, a memory she will never be able to let go
If she knew, would she have still gone through following her heart’s desires?
I don’t believe so, and those who do, are all liars
Two years later she couldn’t wait for the birth of her second baby
This time around, she expected a little girl, but the wait was driving her crazy
This little baby just didn’t want to let go and come out to bloom
Two weeks late after the due arrival she decided to leave the womb
Excruciating labour pains for hours is all she felt
Tears streaming down her cheeks while screaming in agony for help
Instead of giving her a caesarean, or calling a doctor, she was told to be silent
The little new-born girl was coming out bridge, large, but no giant
The new-born tore her open from side to side
She lost so much blood giving birth, she could have died
Nurses took the baby and called the doctor
Who only arrived a day later and simply gave her pain killers, his carelessness shocked her
She didn’t want to see or hear her new-born for days
This little baby girl left her in a constant daze
The baby was to blame for her pain
The baby was to blame that she may never have babies ever again
The baby was to blame that she was left alone in a pool of blood
To scream and suffer with so much tears, almost causing a flood
With no one there to ease her pain, no doctor, no friend, no husband, left alone in vain
The baby was to blame for her dismal future which will forever remain
Yet, days later she called this child ‘’Desire’’
Funny, that one’s biggest desire could turn out to be your biggest heart’s regret fire
For this poor baby girl was once wanted
But once she greeted this world, she was immediately unwanted
Weeks passed, months passed, she loved and cared for a baby girl
But in her mind, she was always reminded of the hell she caused her, this little pearl
Decades passed, the baby grew older into a young precious lady
But still, she could not forgive and forget, she had to tell this child what she did to her as a baby
When the child reached her mid-twenties she decided to tell her of the birth from hell
And confessed that she didn’t want anything to do with her for days after the painful spell
She decided to tell her because the child suffered from depression
Showed signs of a cold heart and unlovable, unwanted, signs of death obsession
But her confession didn’t change the child’s behaviour
What was done to the new-born decades earlier will leave a lasting scar forever
The feeling of being unwanted, left alone and unloved, no matter how long
That loneliness and empty feeling the child will always carry that burden along
It almost seemed to make her happy, taking revenge on her own child, maybe
To remind her daughter on a regular basis of the pain she had caused her as a baby
The regrets that she carries for giving birth and wanting a second child
The regrets that she has still grows very deeply and wild
This baby is now 40, and it is me
Three weeks until I turn 41 I was reminded yet again of all the pain I caused her, she is still not free
If I am so unwanted, a constant reminder of your pain
Why then, does God not take me away from your again?
Why can’t I just die to ease your horror memories and unforgettable, forgivable pain?
Why does God keep me on this earth in your presence if all you want is revenge over again?
You want to get me back for what I did to you in your womb
You want to hurt my heart and health as much as you can to revenge your pain memories until my doom
Once Wanted
Became Unwanted
I am a constant reminder of your misery and pain
Why must I be alive? Why does God not take me away? What do you have to gain?
I sit there all night
blind of the pain and fright
tis all for naught since they call me a child
I laugh since i watch them die, all the while
I sit and make line after line
Hearing the voices sending shivers down my spine
I take the knife and cringe at the voices
Deeper , longer, deeper, longer
more, more, more is all the voices whisper
Yesterday I was loved
today I am crammed
crammed into a trailer
there are others here
others that were loved
like I used to be
I hear nickers and neighs
I see a sign that says Mexico
we arrive to a beat up building
where it reeks of blood
Stormy, stormy ships quietly love a cold, lively sail.