“A Mothers’ March” – Eusi Kwayana

“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


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.


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


In England, Guyana, Haiti, India, Italy, Peru, Poland, US,


Will grow electronic winds to waft their

Lovely, lifted voices through the wild social spaces


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


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


That keep corporations viable with bottom lines

That spark orgasms on the stock exchanges


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


Mothers of our Race,

Claim their distinguished place

And the women leading the Global women’s march

Chant their beautiful Grammy -worthy song


For the world to live with just a chance of being human

and being civilized

Away with war whatever uniform it wears


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


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.


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  • Naraine Datt  On 03/10/2011 at 2:19 pm


    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.


  • Rosaliene Bacchus  On 03/10/2011 at 5:11 pm

    Thank you, Mr. Kwayana, for speaking out for women and mothers who suffer daily across our planet.

  • Helena Martin  On 03/24/2011 at 12:40 am

    Bravo! Well said and so VERY true, this mother thanks you!

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