Silent Warriors
The homeland’s silent warriors
Are jolted awake by the absence
Of hope.
They rise, twenty million strong
Out of the red barren earth
Whose cracks race through the village
Yet never reach a familiar face.
Their wet footsteps moisten the dust
And the rain begins to fall from the
women made of clay, hardened by the sun.
Down their frozen faces
A trickle meets a river
Flowing down the young trunks
of mother trees too young to stand on their own
pooling onto the ground.
Salt tears mingle with liquid shame
As they race out of the hole within her body
Dug by her family and husband
Too big to be filled with the silence,
Yet too small to bring her child into the world.
As the ocean tide rises
And sweeps away Africa’s silent warriors,
Do they really fall if no one
Was around to see it?
I like how you ended with a question. Also, I love the line "Salt tears mingle with liquid shame." You used a lot of descriptive language, making this poem really good,
ReplyDeleteI really like your use of enjambment in your poem. My favorite line is, ""women made of clay, hardened by the sun". I think it's really cool that you used your issue poem and the way you structured your poem really worked.
ReplyDeleteI really like your use of enjambment in your poem. My favorite line is, ""women made of clay, hardened by the sun". I think it's really cool that you used your issue poem and the way you structured your poem really worked.
ReplyDeleteI love the use of figurative language, and my favorite line is "Salt tears mingle with liquid shame".
ReplyDeleteI liked how you used water not only as a symbol, but also to move from one subject to another. My favorite lines are "The homeland’s silent warriors / Are jolted awake by the absence / Of hope."
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