#11 WAR WATCH WEDNESDAYS, 3-3-21
ANTI-WAR
POETRY
Second Name of Earth Is
Peace,
edited by Mbizo Chirasha and David Swanson.
Charlottesville, Va., World Beyond War, 2020. A photograph of each author accompanies most
of the poem(s).
From the Introduction
by David Swanson
“We’re
trying to overcome a culture of war, a culture that tells people. . .that war
is normal. We need a culture of peace,
artistic creations that allow us to experience not only living without war, but
also what it feels like to be traumatized by danger, damaged by witnessing
suffering, permanently altered by killing or by the hatred of those trying to
kill.” The poets in this book have “an
understanding that war is not an institution to tolerate or respect or refine
or glorify, but a sickness to despise and abolish” and “replace with
compassion, with fellow felling, with courageous sharing, with a community of
peacemakers that is global….”
From the Foreword
by Mbizo Chirasha
“. . . .This
global voices collection yearns to expose to utter nudity the evil…of ruthless
political demigods and cruel-hearted warlords as they incessantly plant wars
through their greedy, dictatorial and insatiable quest bloodletting, devilish
super-power posturing and unrepentant crude-habit of grabbing natural wealth of
both militarily weak and politically fragile countries. . . .In defiance, we
chant resistance, we fist up resilience, we speak peace.”
Samples:
“Hitler and
the Wayward Shrink” by Cassandra Swan, UK.
About the psychopaths and sociopaths who seek and gain power,
accompanying her campaign to make all political leaders “undergo psychological
profiling before they stand for office.”
“The killing machines are born/with the absence of conscience.”
“Empty Boots
and Baby Shoes” by Stacy Bannerman, USA, author of Homefront 911.
“To stand at the lip of the mouth of a grave that will never get
enough/catching mothers tears, a nation driven by the dead, is exhausting to
my/soul.”
“Honourable”
by Jabulani Mzinyathi, Zimbabwe. “Tell
me honorable where is your honor/when the baton does its dance of death on my
soul/And when all you do is destroy flora and fauna/Do I detect some irony here
honourable sir, madam”
“In Honor of
Press Freedom Day 2020” by Omwa Ombara, Kenya.
“I am the armchair journalist/Mocking journalists in jail, those
murdered for speaking the truth to power and asylees/Holding my large nose high
in contempt….”
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