Original Artwork by Mariam Sawires
If I were a kitten
the world would be smitten
but I am a seven year old war-bitten
little honey-eyed girl
Locked up in detention.
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Tag: poem
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happy world refugee day, princess
Posted at 5:45 pm , on June 21, 2017
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Mr. Rashedy, 1994
Posted at 12:33 am , on June 5, 2017
Original Artwork by Mariam Sawires
Such is tyranny, hard and cruel
Morphing gifted men into foolsWhen the splendid past haunts their dreams,
They smile, douse themselves and set alight the fuel. -
to live and give birth and make love
Posted at 1:09 pm , on May 21, 2017
Original Artwork by MARIAM SAWIRES
I turn, bidding to see life, and whenever I do
I see pain and poverty, hurt and hunger, labour and liquidationBut instead, I adore but these, infinite sensations
I like to descry a wildflower, gentle
I have never seen a flower give birth
But I have seen mothers separated from their offspringIn Spring
I like to touch the lilies and feel their coarse and supple silk
I have never seen a flower make love
But I have seen lovers hung from ropes, forgottenIn Autumn
I like to taste the rainwater left on the bracts overnight
I have never seen a flower so thirsty, it begs to die
But I have seen children ripped by a sniper’s tender bullet and sinterIn Winter
I like to listen to the soft wedding bell melodies created by the petals as they marry the grass
I have never seen snow bury a flower in cold blood
But I have seen powder detonate and deliberately rob the soul of a loverFrom next Summer:
I will turn and accept life is full of these unfair stories.
I wish it weren’t like this.
But I’ve learnt these injustices harden my flower. -
The Mother’s Day I cannot remember…
Posted at 9:18 am , on May 18, 2017
I cannot remember her caressing and cradling me in the dark, deep night.
Original Artwork by Mariam Sawires
I cannot remember her waking up, so I can sleep, in the dark, deep night.
I cannot remember her feeding me in the dark, deep night.
I cannot remember her nursing me when I got sick.
I cannot remember her anxiety when I fell.
I cannot remember.Yet, I am here.
All because of the moments I cannot remember. -
ANZAC Day
Posted at 1:08 pm , on April 28, 2017
original artwork by Mariam Sawires
The Master ordered
And the Generals gave salute
And weary and worn-out men
Danced to the flute
They strapped their green cotton-armour
And funeral-black leather bootsBrides back home awaited their grooms
To walk them down the aisle in genteel charcoal suitsBut mothers,
Mistresses of intuition
Saved money
And bought coffins.
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