Give me this Chance to Live

Give me this Chance to Live.

Even if I’m a child of

circumstances not of

necessity,

spare my life;

should I be a pleasure

produced not a treasure

created child,

please let me live.

Even if my presence

irritates and annoys you,

my eternal visit to your

courtyard seems undesirable,

dilation and extraction with

associated pain,

please, spare me.

Granted my journey to your

domain may be unpleasant and

somehow unwanted,

curettage-the curve knife of death-

keep away from me.

Did you come to know or

perhaps come to bear

me through rape?

Did I come through incest?

Did I come by means of

consanguinity?

Did I hear blood that flows

in my veins came from

the same source?

Still flush me out not,

but let my abode be

among the living.

Mother prophecy about me,

may not be complimentary,

crystal ball may be foggy and

murky when consulted at birth,

oh! Clairvoyant saw nothing,

but hazy and nebulous sky

when visited,

regardless spare me of

dilation and evacuation-

the horror-

I pray never to witness.

Mother were you told-

I shall never live a normal life

of a happy child?

Bring that nine-month-pregnancy

pains to bear,

father were you told  

congenital disorder or birth defect

will rob me of a happy tomorrow?

Still, give me not saline amniocentesis,

rather let me live.

My anchors-are you troubled

by my structural deformities-

so-called “congenital abnormalities”

that may create a challenge for

my tomorrow?

Please save me of suction aspiration.

Parents-did you hear of:

down syndrome, autism,

personality disorder?

A deprivation to a worthwhile

life,

spare me of mifepristone-RU-486,

do not give me-methotrexate,

misoprostol keep away from me.

Mother are you concerned

about child-care-cost?

Father are you troubled by

present realities?

Give me a chance to live,

rather than muffling my

voice.

Instead of denying the-

embryo,

later fetus from

once-a-life-nine-month-

tenancy at your own

behest,

grant it a space that

it may live.

Mother give me a

listening ear,

father grant me an

audience,

my anchors provide me with

tools-same your parents

gave you yesterday;

place me on the highway

to access society-provided-tools

to reach my  goals and to

fulfill my potentials.

Give me life not death,

make my transition from

a smaller world to a larger

world possible,

let my life be meaningful,

by adding value to my LIFE.

The Monster Called-Rape

The Monster-called Rape:

 

Between five and ten minutes

the thrusts are over,

but the pain remains

forever with the victim;

minutes ago, both friends

were cheerful and happy,

for his temporary enjoyment,

jaunty mood has turned

a mortification for her;

because of his sexual urge,

a tunic of ignominy,

she is forced to wear.

 

Because of uncontrolled libido,

shamefully, her nakedness

the sex junkie has exposed,

because of heartless desire,

a non-healing emotional pain,

she may carry forever;

because of monster in him,

her innocence she lost, and

for the lust and greed in him,

her pride and dignity,

he snatched away from her.

 

Oh! Her life earned moral

excellence,

which carries life certificate of

virtue-

rapist ruined within minutes,

decency, gravitas, and

self-esteem, qualities nurtured

for years-amoral and insanely-

good-for-nothing-son-of-Adam-

made her lose.

 

Down her heart,

pain and anguish hibernate,

on the floor of her heart,

dark moment of yesterday

estivated;

on the four walls of her heart,

are permanent inscriptions-

reminder that draws tears-

from yesterday’s savagery.

 

In her mind is the recurring

image of torment that has

refused to obliterate,

motion and still pictures of

her capture in hands of a

sluggard.

 

Continually, her ears play

those horrible cry of yesterday-

with no one in sight to deliver

her soul-

every time, she looks in a mirror

she sees a violated and  

a subdued soul by a slugabed.

 

Daily, image of Bondage,

Discipline, and Sadomasochism-

(BDSM), which has transformed

to a tormenting shadow

never depart from her;

aberrant sexual behavior,

which insanely human society

elevates to a pre-eminent

position of dominance and

submission.

Have you been abused by

someone-you know or not?

Have you been violated, or

disgraced by someone you

love and trust?

Oh! I feel your pain.

 

Yes, I feel your pain-

regardless of where

abuse occurred: in public square,

classroom, restroom, on marriage bed,

moving bus, car seat, office table,

jail house, hospital examination bed,

on the wall, in darkness;

rape victims suffer same fate-

shame, hurt dignity, and misandry.

 

From oriental to occidental

monogamy to polygamy,

endogamy to exogamy culture,

without cultural, religious, and

political bias declare war on rape.

 

Men and women of goodwill,

proclaim from your

opened-windows, doors to

rooftops,

proclaim from north to south,

east to west-

our: daughters, sisters, aunts,

wives, nieces, mothers,

are not and should be

sex objects,

rather partners in a honorable

sexual relationship.

 

Let the world say no to rape,

let the world of humankind:

Remove Accursed

Prosecute or (Punish)

Evil (R.A.P.E.)

in our society;

let the world makes society
safer for Womenfolk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Nation Under Siege: As we Say Goodbye to Charleston Nine.

A Nation under Siege: As we say Goodbye to Charleston Nine.

Murderous act in the sanctuary,

blood at the foot of altar-

anger in the land-

distress in the land of

freedom;

endless cry and wailing

in the land whose four-

corner-pillar-are

fairness, equality, justice,

and peace.

Peace to all,

the land proclaim always,

prosperity to free born-

the land advertise always-

happiness to everyone-the banner-

the land holds and displays

by means of bountiful

opportunities,

it creates for those living in her.

Peace, where are you?

House of God is violated,

House of Prayer now turned-

a-shooting-range,

archer had reduced population

by nine un-wanted souls.

Melancholy obfuscated mind,

age-long stereotyping song-

sets stage for slaughter-

in place of objectivity,

we witnessed subjectivity.

Every time, life appears

un-safe in the land of freedom,

young, old, male, and female,

their precious blood they shed-

for no reasonable cause-

by individuals without-

the heart-of-man.

At schools, the halls of knowledge,

flowerbeds that nurture today’s

buds and saplings-

tomorrow’s cedars  and ebonies-    

have become slaughterhouses;

daily, military formations-

towers of strength and shield-

have turned lands laid with mines-

with everyday explosion.

Houses of God-

the inviolable lands-

are now execution grounds;

places of  employment-

homes away from homes-

have become targets to

express anger by hit-and-run-

workers of lawlessness.

Shopping Malls and

recreation centers have

become Aceldama and

stockyard,

which shoppers and fun-lovers

visit with suspicion and

watchfulness.

Every time tragedy of

this magnitude happens,

gun, control, and hate-

the triplet-

becomes national conversation-

conversation soon to be

hijacked by politicians and

merchants of death.

Because of power, influence, and

access to media by means of:

gate keeping and agenda setting;

tempo and issue of conversation-

is either destroyed or killed-

turning the clock of public discourse

backward,

until another tragedy happens.

America, how long thou shall be

be on a road, the destination-

no one knows?

By means of negligence and

failure to act collectively-

many have become orphans,

widows, and widowers;

many had died figuratively-

awaiting real death.

America, you may not

secure present as desired,

you may not have absolute

control over everything,

but you can reduce

death through gun control.

You can get guns

out of undesirable hands,

you can limit gun movement

in the land;

collectively, you can tone down

macabre in the land.

America, you need not grieve

when not necessary,

you need not expend time on

murder-or-man-slayer-trial-

when not necessary-

you need not commit

human resources and

tax-payers’ money on trial

that will only lead to incarceration,

while the cause of pain

remains in society.

America, get the guns

from undesirable hands,

get guns out of streets,

get guns out of counties,

get guns out of cities,

get guns out of states.

Let America continue to

be a safe haven

for all-free born and everyone

in her-

let our children come back

home,

every time they go to schools;

let the heroes return

home from military

formations after duty tours,

let houses of prayers

remain houses of prayers,

no more execution grounds;

let our loved ones return

home after the day’s job.

More so, let Americans and

her co-dream sharers

live not under the siege of

AK 47 anymore.