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Wednesday, 24 February 2016
Martyr
How much greater the world would be
If there were no cause for martyrdom
Humans in power are a different race
Their insatiably flaming hunting spree
Makes truth seekers their big game
From Socrates to Jeanne d’Arc
To Bhagat Singh to Martin Luther King
The chase curiously involves all colors
Now the Eye is on the most coveted trophy
This blithe, buoyant, warbling Earth
All songs will stop and fire will rage
Love with glass stare will be in cage
Before the specters will hang the precious
prize
There won’t ever be another “human sunrise”
The quote is from Alice Walker’s poem ~ Our Martyr
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Martyrdom / Witness @ Poets United
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sad to say the cause remains, that some will always choose, the ultimate statement to render their truth
ReplyDeleteHave a good Wednesday Sumana; thanks for a very stimulating prompt
much love...
That's true... Greed will stop at nothing.
ReplyDeleteBefore the specters will hang the precious prize
ReplyDeleteThere won’t ever be another “human sunrise”
Such a stellar close..!
What power! What despair! Such a poem must transform that species back to human so that "This blithe, buoyant, warbling Earth" can live on. Those trophy hunters! When I am in their rooms I can not swallow. Thank you, thank you.
ReplyDeleteLove with glass stare will be in cage - what a stunning line..yes i hadn't thought of that - martyrdom being the result of conflict..we should indeed seek sunrise not sunsets..
ReplyDeleteI agree with Jae. Wonderful!
DeleteYour poem is exquisite. Sad, but true that earth is the trophy and love stares.
ReplyDeleteI love "the blithe, buoyant warbling earth". This poem really speaks to me, especially the stunning closing lines. Wow, Sumana! Way to rock the prompt.
ReplyDeleteSumana,
ReplyDeleteA world to fear as things continue to rise up, seeking more and more. Greed for power and riches is driving many, in the name of a particular cause..A very strong prompt for writing this week.
Eileen
Chilling...your closing line especially. Well said, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteThe way the world is, I'm afraid there will always be martyrs---but I wish there weren't!
ReplyDeleteI hope it is not the cost we all will pay, but I fear it is--stunning images in this piece
ReplyDeleteScary future envisioned!
ReplyDelete"Martyr" archetype just completes the cycle of human characters...we are probably all go through it on some stage of our spiritual development...
ReplyDeleteIf one can embrace that there is only one life to give, one life to make things beautiful again, violent ends to martyrs, whether forced upon or voluntary, could hopefully cease.
ReplyDeleteTrue, the heaven would have prevailed here, had there been no martyrs.
ReplyDeleteA great poem..
ReplyDelete'Love with glass stare will be in cage'...wow!
Sadly that rage for power doesn't dwindle. You have painted a scene similar to Tolkien- an eye in pursuit of love and all that's green. Sobering poem
ReplyDeleteSo many long for that day! So beautifully written, Sumana!
ReplyDeleteThe poet may warn, but who heeds the poet? Only another poet...
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