#peacepoetry A collaborative poem by Sandile Ngidi and Yuri Kageyama March 2022 ~ May 2022
We are crushed still, bulldozed, uneasy.
Give bread, paska, borscht now.
Sink the molten nerves, war hormones.
Pray fair winds, pebbles, sumac delights.
Rachel Corrie flowers, Westbank’s red ruins.
Phan Thi Kim Phuc’s back,
Silent chants, red smoke, orphans cry.
Blue and yellow flurry on Tokyo streets,
“We stand with Ukraine.”
Fissions of fear, hypersonic glide.
Kent State My Lai Mariupol
Akiko Yosano tells us: Mountains will move,
Shuddering dark loins, tangled hair to lips.
Stoop, Russians, stoop,
War dogs eat death you planted in the fields.
Spit its blood like wastewater.
Smear the gunpowder to sanctify your sword.
But no gun can kill the hills’ brooding smiles,
Butterflies will survive the heavy rains.
When “tactical” dwarfs Hiroshima, Nagasaki,
“Neo-Nazi” is not a name for anyone,
Retreat sends an attack more frenzied than ever.
Poets speak above the silence,
Purify the Meaninglessness
Of words gone Mad.
This ominous cloud
Racial hate in sniper fire.
Your fresh light
Brave in stunning pearls.
Still stubborn as our knees.
Your tenacious love,
Shireen Abu Aqleh.
Vibrant in the storms of black powder rains.
Children in Ukraine and Fukushima
Are sick with thyroid cancer,
More than the usual two in a million.
She cries remembering that day a decade ago,
When doctors tell her you’ll die at 23 without surgery,
“I was wearing a new dress and new sandals.”