![]() |
|
by jumoke | |
Published on: Jun 27, 2005 | |
Topic: | |
Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=5789 | |
In the news these days, I don't see words anymore, I see men, women and children floating in the stream of words of voluble leaders who turn the twist of young fates. I see the anger in people's minds through the words that roll off their tongues. The colour of anger is not in colours, it is a washed-out sort of bitterly strung words. On the streets, I see the pretences of the children trying desperately to be men, 'cause of the language they've been forced to know. These kids that swing into manhood when words stir them to a fury that blows like hailstones and turns the meek ones to thunderous villains, traitors to humanity, but loyalist to despots, whose word is sworn in vengeance. In the homes, I see blood drooling from the mothers when they swear at their children. Fathers curse their children and turn curses into middle names for their sons and daughters. Fathers kill the spirit of youthful exuberance and question love without asking why. They forget love in the bitterness that rolls off their tongues, they spell anger in the things they say. They kill aspirations without funding it. In the world, I see blankness, a void created in the midst of plenty; the inciting speeches of an angered leader, the created urgency in the rebels quote, the death of peace in the trade of words. All I see is the dearth of language in the broken communication from the choice of words; when peace becomes ancient greek and interpreters are needed for the world to know peace, for tensions created to simmer. « return. |