This poem is in response to the DVD “Cultures of Resistance” that I have watched a couple weeks ago. In the film, different artistes used their art to discuss atrocities in their lives – war, genocide, etc – and promote peace. The website www.culturesofresistance.org has this on its “About Us” page:
Worldwide, people from all walks of life are finding creative ways to oppose war and promote peace, justice, and sustainability. Culture—including film, music, and food—is fertile terrain for this struggle. Education that nourishes a critical mind and fortifies the soul is just as essential.
I was so moved by this feature documentary that I wrote this poem. Enjoy!
This is a tribute to action
Action inciting reaction
Against all factions of violence
This calls for
This is a tribute of passion
Fashioned thru the cries of the desolate
Whipped into submission by
Corporate slave masters
Sucking the life from our countries of birth
We are not worth the dirt that we stand on
to get its hands
On our minerals
Casting us to the peripherals
Raping the women to clear the land
Raping the land to mine for gold
Is this how we sold earth’s birth-right?
Do we stand by and not say, “It’s not right”?
We hear of murders all across the world
Lives callously hurled away like broken dolls no longer wanted
Regimes rise up, corruption is flaunted
Robbing children of innocence
As guns replace toys
And little African boys
Become cold blooded killers
This is real life, not TNT thrillers…
Or how about a people displaced
Removed from their homes and disgraced because of prophecy?
Sometimes “reasons” feel like props, u see
‘Cause those under martial law don’t find it funny
When guns bark and bodies lay still, finally…..
This is a call for an artistic resistance
Using our art to start a revolution
Stirring up confusion
And upsetting the apple cart of the guilty
Here on this stage I release a call clearly
peace is the real reality I strive for –
That means more
Than worrying about a judge’s pen
I want to stand and shout out loud again
We can save humanity from itself
By expressing anger that seeking wealth
Costs the lives of so many innocents
And spreading the word
With fervour and insistence
That as artists we have the right
To fight for peace through our work
Not to shirk our calling
As we write, sing, dance or act
Let’s make a pact
That our art will not only be for enjoyment
But also providing mental nourishment
And being a moral yardstick
And expressing the conscience
that is seemingly unpricked
By the world.