Monday, 22 December 2014
This poem was written in an appeal to women, particularly Muslim women, who are over represented in groups that are currently in conflict between (mainly) men. Lysistrata was a mythical woman of Greece, a thousand years before Mohammed and two and a half thousand years before ISIL. The Taliban would have been terrified of her too.
Lysistrata in Hijab.
Children of Islam,
Unrequited, stunted, tragic.
Educated in ignorance
to worship death.
Mothers of Islam,
virgins no more.
Prisoners of your own making.
Only you can set them free,
your children and your men.
I wish all my friends a happy holiday season.
Whatever religion you follow, or if you follow none, we are all Human Family and I love you.
Pic: Courtesy Wiki.
Monday, 8 December 2014
My mother fed me all good stuff, but still I am quite small.
Compounding my deficiency, I married someone tall.
But all went well, until one night,
She laughed and mocked my height.
T’was then I lost it, cut her head off, threw it down the hall.
Thanks you again Tess for another kinky prompt.
At a friend's suggestion, I sent a copy of Cull to her friend at the Pentagon. I hope he complains loud and long! BTW, the cheapest way to send books from Australia to anyone in the US, (probably even cheaper within the US), is through the Book Depository in the UK. A$26, London to Virginia!