“A Mothers’ March” – Eusi Kwayana
It is North and it is South
The Global Women’s strike
The Mothers’ march
March twelve, twenty one-one
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This is not a poem: it is a salute
to the world’s Women and the Mothers among them.
In my native Guyana I would be in their ranks
With a few other men
Like the manly Payday Brothers of Ingland “the Bitch”
That once saw a strong woman as a witch.
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Where is your hand ?
Salute the world’s women
Taking a stand against the world’s mayhem
Unleashed by sickly men
Who rule the war-waging world
Today
In England, Guyana, Haiti, India, Italy, Peru, Poland, US,
Venezuela.
Will grow electronic winds to waft their
Lovely, lifted voices through the wild social spaces
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In Congo where men in uniform
Rape routinely;
In the land of the Afghans
Where it is terror versus terror;
In Pakistan
Where it is hazardous
To be civilian
Mothers!
Babies you bring to life and bring to Youth
Are bred as war mechanics
To kill others borne by other Mothers like their own
Kill with clean hands through smart, blind innocent instruments
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That keep corporations viable with bottom lines
That spark orgasms on the stock exchanges
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In the rich countries the war on poverty is over
And in its place, no armistice, no peace
Instead another war against the poor is raging
with fierce and focused fury
Everywhere dealing blows in detail
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Mothers of our Race,
Claim their distinguished place
And the women leading the Global women’s march
Chant their beautiful Grammy -worthy song
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For the world to live with just a chance of being human
and being civilized
Away with war whatever uniform it wears
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Away with preludes, alibis to war
like inequality of gender and of race
Of region, tribe and doctrine
The children and all offspring of our bloods are crying
Caring, Not killing
Caring, Not killing! Caring, Not killing
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And let the chorus- chant give power to the Mothers
Of the Middle East
And to the Midwest
In Guyana, in Venezuela, in Kemet nicknamed Egypt
No turning back.
eusi
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A WORLD WITHOUT WOMEN
What this world would be
Without our women
Don’t be stupid, dummy
There would be no men
For behind any ordinary man
There is a very good woman
There would be no world
No country
No flags to be unfurled
So empty
For women bring love into play for all
This sometimes adds to man’s downfall
What would the world be without fashion
It would be a real mess
Living in a bomb-shelter without ration
Seeing a man in a dress
It would be like a hive without bees
Living in a desert without any oases
Imagine a world without any bikini
No G-string
It would be so barren, no beauty
A sad thing
There would be no healthy beach
And nothing for all men to reach
No matter how man prays to the above
He’d be left with a world so barren
He would never be able to fall in love
In a world so dull and foreign
It wouldn’t be a world but a big joke
Like drinking 12year old rum with coke
Men would be left facing the wall
For men without women
There wouldn’t be any Taj Mahal
A cock without a hen
It would be a sad wretched world indeed
Men would have no uses for their seed
And those commercials about hygiene and Secret
For which men have no need
They say their pH-balance don’t make them fret
For which men take no heed
But whether they use Massengill or wear panty-hose
A rose by any other name is still a darn bloody rose
Men would surely go robust and bust
The macho stereotype so sterile, so vain
What would men do with all that lust
Like going the other way in a one way lane
That’s one sensation of which they would be deprived
Which can’t be replaced no matter how they contrived
Without women there’d be no heartbeat
Men’s hearts would not last very long
That would be the cause of men’s defeat
There would be no love in their song
Their world would be in monotone
With poor men’s hormone all alone
Men would not need bedrooms
No marriage no honeymoon
No brides and no bride-grooms
Like a song without any tune
Then men may really learn a thing or two
For without women they can’t find a clue
Finally last but not least
A man without a woman
Will resort back to a beast
And become a lesser man
Sailing a sunken sail-less ship without mast
In a planet just hit by a nuclear holocaust.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!
Thank you, Mr. Kwayana, for speaking out for women and mothers who suffer daily across our planet.
Bravo! Well said and so VERY true, this mother thanks you!