Mali(the price of jihad)

Mali slides through speakers
a desert snake tonguing my ears,
that word close to what I named
a doll once, chasing memory the second
I hear the country on the radio
while I read of Konna
where burned-out tanks and broken guns
litter the fish market, empty stalls selling air
in a city where the indigo people
trade a green, yellow, and red flag
for white paper, flown up that pole
for all to read.  Pay attention:

Assembly for the Spiritual Ideology
to Purify the African World
bordered by machine guns,
drawing so beautifully what happens
when color is traded for ideas.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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9 Responses to Mali(the price of jihad)

  1. Alice Keys says:

    This is intense and visual and visceral like a news video up close done in poetry. Well done.

  2. jmgoyder says:

    Sparsely perfect.

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  4. nelle says:

    This war we make on ourselves, it knows no boundaries. It configures in different forms and is waged with different tools, but the goal is the same… power to impose.

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