WOMEN’S INTERNATIONAL LEAGUE FOR PEACE & FREEDOM (WILPF)
2015 CONGRESS, CONFERENCE & CENTENARY FESTIVAL CELEBRATION
AT THE HAGUE
NETHERLANDS.
THE WORLD IS EMPTY
The world is empty.
I always knew the world was empty
I hope you realized the world is never alone.
The world is complete like emptiness.
GROWINTOPEACE
Who thinks of a god?
Who thinks of a god in a mixed – up belly of
war.
A war making machine exploding within
us.
Taking off our hearts and crippling our minds.
We continued and continue back in the
world.
We throw ourselves into the dust and
fight wars to keep peace in coffins
We think but do not think.
We live just next door in a field holding our
dreams.
We live closely apart.
Yesterday our children knocked on the door
The door pulled away.
We know
We always know our secret mind.
We continued and continue back in the
world.
Back in the world we don’t have our eyes
Back in the world we don’t have our minds.
Please send us back in until breath itself is
done.
Who thinks of a god?
Who thinks of a god in a mixed-up belly of
war.
We see the future’s huge eyes soak up
centuries of haunted slumber.
We grow but do not grow.
We know everything of nothing.
Not a thing, no not a thing.
Our souls are on their knees,
No more! Yes no more! No more eternal
storms! No more emptiness that plagues us
Just now, just now, now!
war becomes peace.
We see light arise within us
making beauty.
We see beauty
greet our minds like spring.
The sun has left the sky to be every life.
Planted harmonies making harmonies.
Who thinks of a god?
Who thinks of a god in a mixed-up belly of
war.
We have learnt to grow up with fires in our
body.
We have learnt to grow up into
Higher beauty growing as one.
In a world which grows and grows for all.
A world growing into peace.
The world seems always waiting
everywhere.
A BURST INTO SILENCE
They shot the air and burst into silence.
Then we rushed out in our mismatched
sandals
We were there, we were here.
This is a journey we have to make on
pieces already emptied;
a beginning and an ending.
A journey alone in wailing passion.
Hand in hand, we sold ourselves and
A world dropped by the doorway into
oblivion.
Here unable to return.
A TONGUE OF GUNS
We wake up decorated naked today like
every other day
Forever wanting for everything,
Forever wanting for nothing.
The world spoke this morning like thunder
and we invited her in. It flew inside us.
A wild and whirling tongue.
It roared. It stole our golden pasture. It
broke us and our land went grey like
corpses.
Our generations fell unheard.
Our generations fell unseen.
We wake up decorated naked today like
every other day
Now our mind walk alone pregnant with
Tongue of guns, we wear guns to bed and our
Guns make love and wake up in a beautiful
wilderness.
Our mouths are raw guns. Our children
become guns and grow all over.
Our houses cry like thunder as ghosts
consume our sister’s womanhood.
Skeletons scavenge skeletons and become
paradise.
We live there. We live here.
Where is home?
We wake up decorated naked today like
Every other day.
Our kings sit on frozen thrones and cover us
in dusk.
Living half persons exploding like Iraq.
Living half persons exploding everywhere.
Our sun eyes flies blindly with heavy wings.
The envy of the eagle
next door.
We saw the empress fall in love with
centuries of dancing corpses.
Our world just turned ten.
CAN YOU NOT HEAR THE WORD WITHIN THE WORDS?
I am a twelve year old girl.
I am a child of fire bone by bone,
Am a flower thrown into the deep after
being disposed of like autumn leaves
pouring and swirling down.
I am tomorrow speaking with generations.
Can you not hear the word within the
words?
I am a proud mother of the refugee club,
with plenty of scorpions in my hands; I am
an orphan whose people live in a palace
made of gold.
I saw generation of legs bang into trenches,
forests and sinks singing like spring.
I saw the extinction of the sun growing
deeper, deeper and deeper.
I am tomorrow speaking with generations.
Can you not hear the word within the
words?
I arrived without setting out and
saw my heart come on the whole winking
like a new found love.
By dawn I asked the sun to come to me.
I am tomorrow speaking with generations.
My wing spread like the air filling up the
earth,
A presence my life forgot to give me.
Can you not hear the word within the
words?
HUMANITY IS MY SUN (1)
We awaken from drunken stagnation;
forgot that the self exists.
And found the dawn.
Humanity is my sun…
POEM by: Ayo Ayoola-Amale, Esq.
Muse of Poetic Harmony for Africa,
Founder/ Director, Splendors of Dawn
Poetry Foundation,
Vice-President Poets of the World,
Coordinator, World Poetry Movement.
www.growintopeace.wordpress.com
Copyright 2012, GROWINTOPEACE
HUMANITY IS MY SUN…
