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Poetic doubts A-Poem

By Hassen Lorgat

Poetic doubts – a poem

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words, will never harm me

But what can it do to them?

 

Poetry must call us to rally against the tyrants

Do not starve or enthirst us

Leaving us gaunt

And out to dry

 

Poetry must rally us and call out the tyrants

Stop your occupation, your bombing and your snipers

As some lie down to die

Others are born anew

 

Can poetry

…those hyperactive verbs and metaphors

prick the devil’s conscience?

Or close the graveyards gates?

 

Can Poetry

open all doors ?

Stem famines pangs

or quench justice’s thirst ?

 

Sticks and stones may break our bones

But can our words make the tyrants listen?

For that poetry must do more ..

than scribble on a page

 

/Unrwa cries /time-bomb flies/ another child dies/

…are these mere words?

metaphors scripted to a lullaby to a staving Gazan child

or serve as their dirge ?

 

 

Sticks/stones /break/ bones

words/ lyrics in joyful anger

 

Poetry draws the heart with the pen’s soft caress

Poetry’s veins run through us all

Poetry touches and is unbridled

Pulsating into …movement

16.11.24 Hassl finl17.11.24

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