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Details | Haiku | |

STORM COMING African tribal violence

Storm coming, madam
Me-- I’m going up country-- 
Lay low and stay sweet*

*stay sweet--stay alive

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nairobi, Kenya
November 26, 2012

Note: Political unrest near Nairobi, Kenya due to election strategies. Polish nun told me that she was warned by a local moonshine runner to hide. Too late. She was pistol whipped by local police who wanted more protection money. Didn’t get the money (it was a free clinic, so nurses had no money) Police beat the nurse/nuns and absconded with the very rare and precious AIDS meds to sell to the hospitals.Free AIDS clinic was forced to close.(Kenyan government does not have free health care for the poor)   Nuns are recovering then being transferred to other clinics. Three went back to Europe forced into early medical retirement due to permanent injuries sustained by police and/looters. The care program(education and/or placement) for the children whose parents were AIDS patients is gone. Children have taken to the streets in desperation.  Count your blessings.

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sapphic stanza | |



                       REJOICE NEW JERUSALEM

Grasped with prideful love-- your fiercely ardent hand--

Entwined my sturdy promise with your potent forward gaze--

Rusty skeletons-- bullet-blazed autos mark bloodshed of old battles--

Resilient land reverent heartbeats savor the fragility of Holiness--

                      Behold Believers of Joy-- The Sacred bloody gates of golden Jerusalem.

V. Anderson-Throop 2013

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"

"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey


All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late

We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not.

To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.

 All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed 

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Bloodbath in Parliment

Destiny stretches its twisted arms
patching together its wounded flesh
Mercy cries out with mere oblivion 
Watching it dragging  its impotent body
And slowly gasping  for breath.
Stupefied souls hanging on to shades of doubts
Erupts with an anxious shout
ridiculing the contemptuous house.
It roars, it bellows and it clamors
clenching its punch-less fist and pacing towards
the hopeless ditch while muttering angry words
as it heads towards the agonizing cliff.
Destiny kept tussling them around
Soon none of them were to be found
Roll call once, roll call twice  
they were out rolling  dice
Stripped of their jackets and ties
bow legs looking like mice
pants and shirts wrapped up in arms
While the danging beast stared reprehensibly
They have played the game for so long
And couldn't find a place where they belong
Empty seats lingering all around
Too scared to leave the desolate house
Destiny has ransacked their providence.

Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2016