Malak Kalmoni. Chehab A powerful antiwar protest poem, Malak! The injustice, the B.S, the crimes of petty wars are truly horrifying; you make us feel them to our core. You’ve created an intriguing version of the Pythagorean Triple, Malak. This is how poetry evolves, through innovation on existing forms. By Linda Powers O’Dell
Replaced
Petty wars Kill victims, Genders, trill
Their song of death Injustice wraps Noose, overkill
Around kin who’s fam Stuggles covered, and Erased to hide crimes
Under the B.S. they trill, Singing a song, oppress Natives replaced: killers …
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Malak Kalmoni. Chehab powerful poem Malak, Hard hitting and rightly so! This is a well crafted poem but probably quite difficult to verbalise aloud… it has few obvious breaks or pauses between stanzas and complex word use… The only way I think this could be adequately delivered is then hard and fast, within righteous anger, an emotional outpouring of angst? Or very slowly in a resigned,defeated tempo… mid way would stumble… and it is too good a poem with too important a message to stumble…. I’m interested in your thoughts?
Thank you for the honor and your hard work. This was a spoken poem that’s difficult to render, but I’ll do my best.
We Did Everything
We did all we could … Yet, genocide is as deadly as beheading, Death is as real as your breathing, Living is as traumatic as a horrifying cloud.
We did all we could … But child amputees are running marathons To survive but another day as pawns Of politics that’s gross as it hammered
That “We did all we could”, clause That left pregnant mothers to die, Elderly to fry in fire’s explosive dye, Fathers to be scattered in pieces in cruel cries
That “We did all we could”, was Said to assuage politicians’ conscious While knowing their endeavors were shackled in pious Prison, whose doctrine permits rapes,
Whose haze in, “We did all we could”, Evaporates in the fog of time that flies Without scheduling its prime in trauma that cries Out to be understood, yet, their voices loud
And proud in the hopeful quagmire of guilt Of surviving, whole or not, presses In the abyss of despair where hopeless Orphaned, erased families, press to built.
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
Poetry for Change 