Tuesday Poem this week is by Jamaican poet Geoffrey Philp
and posted by this week's editor Rethabile Masilo who lives in Paris.
The poem,
on the NZ-based poetry blog, is called A Poem for the Innocents. About a father
trying to reassure a child frightened by reports of war, it ends...
The map over his bed now frightens
him, and I cannot convince him,
him, and I cannot convince him,
despite the miles and miles of oceans
and deserts, that the machete
under his bed will not make him safer,
any more than the sacrifice of innocents
will save us, for he knows,
he knows, somewhere
between the Tigris and Euphrates,
a wave of steel races toward Babylon.
under his bed will not make him safer,
any more than the sacrifice of innocents
will save us, for he knows,
he knows, somewhere
between the Tigris and Euphrates,
a wave of steel races toward Babylon.
Rethabile, who comes from Lesotho, says in his
commentary: My own experience as a kid is of politics at table and at school
and in prayer. I have personally tried to write poems about that very
experience, some of it violent. After reading and rereading A Poem For
The Innocents, I found myself writing more poems about the same experience
I'd had as a kid, on top of those I'd already written, using some of the same
feelings, but getting fresh strength from Geoffrey's poem.
Spend a moment visiting Tuesday Poem where one good poem is just
a start. Thirty poets worldwide are linked to the blog.
Tuesday Poem www.tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com
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