I cut open the Gourd
to reveal a wasteland of seed
One thousand plants that shall never be grown
Ten thousand mouths that shall not be fed
A taut womb barren
but cursed by hope
Mothers crouched among the ruins of Gaza
Eyes bright with hunger
Lips black with pain
Ten thousand veiled faces
imploring the sun
Ten thousand scarred hands
lifted in prayer
The voice of Rachel shrieking in Ramah
The beauty of Iman calloused by gunfire
I cut open the Gourd
to expose the raw flesh
The skin is rough to my fingers like sandstone
The small oval seeds remind me of tears
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
July 10th. - 11th. - 14th. - 15th.2014.
This is a poem of protest, within the history of my family there are, and have been, Christians, Muslims and Jews. There are also secularists, and the family is mainly left wing or liberal in politics. I feel torn apart by the conflicts in the Middle East. The nations with the most efficient, brutal and powerful armies do not get my vote. It is the oppressed civilians I care about. The blood soaked children crying in the hospitals.
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