I figure tomorrow
ought to be a She -
actually
for Yesterday been a He-
for aeons, globally
The same yesterday of wars,
genocides, violence,
famine, lack, power,
corruption, prejudice,
injustice, greed,
many a great atrocity
false charms
many irreversible harms
Today? - well...
Today is no different
He is Yesterday's son after all,
following in his father's footsteps
Today makes daddy proud
Today's nations deplete
at the hands of tribes
Empty stomachs money buys
whilst man's morality drowns
in turbulent toxic oceans
Today’s only love is objectified, for sale
and nudified
by unquenchable parched mouths
wrist bound by greed, indoctrinated
by self-serving money scribes
Tomorrow's ultrasound
is the future's own protest
An impassioned petition
on today's last remaining conscience
that it paint the world a She
for maybe then our children's lenses
have a different polaroid
picture to see
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I have always been a male feminist at heart, even before I became acutely aware of it. I was raised by an aunt and a grandmother for a great part of my life. Many women the world over have given that same care and nurture to many others, irrespective of blood relation. It is a powerful and necessary quality in today's world. I feel, that it is time we gave the care givers and nurturers of this world the chance and power to shape it, is a long overdue conversation, patriarchy is not yet ready, nor willing, to face.
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Oh how I agree that any tomorrows ought to be She - - - your verse well portrays the mistakes made by He with battles and fighting for greedy gain - - well writ this appeal Garth for more power to the nurturers.
So very well put, dear Fay. Indeed self severance has been man's plague. I thank you, so very much.
What's not to like .. perfectly poemed & posted my friend .......................... 10/10 & then some ........................ N
Thank you Sir.
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