21st Century Witch
I don’t think I’m a masochist, but I do begin four or five days a week by reading the news. I do this even though it often angers and/or upsets me, because I don’t believe that ignoring the mounting problems in our world is at all advantageous to making the world a better place; ignoring the issues certainly doesn’t make them go away… I know… I’ve tried.
One of my goals for the month of February is to find at least one thing in the news that doesn’t piss me off, break my heart, irritate or disturb me… I am finding it very difficult to meet this personal challenge. In fact, the only article that really met that criterion for me this morning was the sports report for the hockey game I attended last night (my team won – go team!). Perhaps there is some tidbit in the news today that would inspire hope, but I gave up after reading http://www.cnn.com/2012/02/18/world/asia/nepal-witchcraft-burning/. Unfortunately, my brain got caught up on this one, and like a dog with a bone, it wouldn’t stop gnawing… I just kept thinking of the little girl who witnessed her mother’s abuse and, ultimately, execution. I have yet to decide if I am more depressed or pissed off by this article. Regardless, the following poem was born as a result.
It’s in a pretty raw form right now, and likely I’ll come back and rework it at some point, but for now it simply is what it is, and I’m off to read blogs that are most likely to inspire a smile.
21st Century Witch
The demons; they came in human masks
to plunder all radiance from life,
for you see, she was my mother dear,
and not the devil’s wife.
Still, tearful did they drag the woman
up! out and through the street,
ten on one, as I ran weeping,
tripping over my own feet.
I cried out to her; my panic mounting;
but I could not reach her side.
She ordered me to run away,
but where was I to hide?
They beat her down with sticks and stones,
ignoring all my pleas.
They threw the straw and lit the match;
a cure for their disease?
The fear that twists men into beasts;
that sick and superstitious fright;
the madness that then stirred their hands
to extinguish mother’s light.
Look away, my lovely girl,”
she did cry out to me,
but all that I could think was ‘NO!’;
for there’s no way that this could be!
We are not lost in ignorant times;
in some medieval hell;
but still it was I saw true darkness
as I heard my mother’s knell.
Powerless, it was, I watched
as the flame licked across her skin.
Acidic, my tears did feel,
as they dribbled down my chin.
I witnessed the death of hope today;
I saw it devoured in a blaze;
it bled away with mother’s glow
and left me wandering and crazed.
Those demons now, will torment me
in dreams and nightmare fields,
for I have lost my mother dear,
and seen the evil each man wields.