Tuesday, April 15, 2014

At random

They claimed we were a pest,
therefore we had to be eradicated.

They came in the middle of the night
and stole us from our lives like thieves,

burning down the windows we had flagged,
a path of lights showing the way home.

They brought us close to the flames
We had our wings and eyes scorched.

One hundred fearful blind moths,
we fluttered away at random.


(One hundred schoolgirls have been abducted in Nigeria today. I pray they are returned to their families safely and soon.)



2 comments:

  1. I was fortunate to travel across Africa, in my youth, during a relatively peaceful time frame. Kano, in the east, was famous for its blue dyes - an aching indigo, nearly iridescent violets, and a sky blue in pants that went on for miles. what's happening there is so achingly sad. you've managed to convey that sense of fatefulness ~

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  2. Before reading your note, I allowed myself to imagine the dystopian world you had created in which freedom is stolen, wings singed, eyes blinded and shuddered at your vision. It is a tragedy to think that we are living the Dystopia already, possibly without even realizing it.

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