Tags
Birth of Jesus Christ, Haiku poetry, Mothers, Patriarchal world, Peace on Earth, Women in the world
Baby born in Syrian Refugee Camp in Jordan
Photo Credit: BBC News
A child is born
his mother weeps at his cross
hewn by the Empire.
A child is born
his mother dies in childbirth
to bring him into light.
A child is born
a mother weeps for her daughter
born into bondage.
A child is born
a woman stands by in silence
while he spits out hate.
A child is born
mothers cry out in pain
when men rain fire on Earth.
A child is born
women feed men’s lust and greed
to dominate the world.
A child is born
male and female in harmony
they bring peace on Earth.
Three Worlds One Vision 
A powerful, beautiful poem and photo, Rosaliene, and such a crucial reminder of the sacred responsibility we have to care for all children.
LikeLike
Thanks, Carol. I wish you and your loved ones much peace and joy during the holiday festivities.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Rosaliene. I send wishes of peace and joy to you and your family, also ❤
LikeLike
Sadly beautiful and truthful. Reblogging to ~burning woman~
LikeLike
Thanks for the reblog, Sha’Tara. Much appreciated.
LikeLike
Reblogged this on ~Burning Woman~ and commented:
A child is born. Though the reference is to the original story of the birth of the Christian messiah, this brings it into the reality of today’s world. When will they ever learn?
LikeLike
“When will they ever learn?”
~ A good question. Empires rise and fall. The Christian Messiah lived and died during the reign of the Roman Empire. You and I were born during the waning years of the British Empire and have witnessed the rise of the American Empire. They all make the same mistake of believing that their reign is without end.
LikeLike
It is the time of the year Christmas. Rosaliene I want to wish you and your family Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year 2016. It is a joy knowing you.
Bella
LikeLike
Thank you, Bella! It’s also a joy knowing you. Have a wonderful Christmas with your loved ones. I look forward to reading more of your poetry in the new year ❤
LikeLike
Beautiful! A true but sad reflection of earth and what we wish it could be.
LikeLike
Thanks, Amra 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on Guyanese Online.
LikeLike
Thanks for the re-blog, Cyril. May your Christmas festivities be filled with much joy and laughter among family and friends ❤
LikeLike
“A Child is Born” brings so much intense emotions in our lives. Good write. And from the depth of your blog, please let me share this poem (from my Poemhunter.com collection):
Unwanted Child – Poem by Leonard Dabydeen
You are unwanted
doors are closed
or opened
only by wind
that cannot read
no sign of welcome
but you know skin-deep
you are unwelcome
no tear
wets the eyes
that blur a vision
you chew spittle
moistening your tongue
your stomach empty
you are hungry
not a crumb in site
you are unwanted
how else can the world
tell you so.
Children are our future.
LikeLike
Thanks, Leonard. Yes, our children are our future.
LikeLike
Merry Christmas Rosaliene. thanks for this beautiful poem.
LikeLike
Thank you, Bruce. A Mercy Christmas to you and yours ❤
LikeLike
I shudder and cry everytime I see a plea for starving children, beautiful, big-eyed, innocents, and mostly brown. So we send money and it keeps 1 or 2 from starvation and for what? A couple of weeks? This world we’ve created for them? Sorry to be so cynical at holiday time, but maybe that is the right time to consider and re-consider. Yes, a Mercy Christmas.
LikeLike
I understand your sentiments, Angela. We do what we can to help a child in need, but curbing our growing national and global inequality requires an economic system change.
I’d like to mention that my poem was not intended as a “plea for starving children.” It was a response to a conversation we had about the role of women in the world.
LikeLike
About the role of women in the world – yes, I heard that in the poem. I am not as optimistic as you but I will not stop hoping and fighting for womens’ participation and decision making in our world.
LikeLike
I, too, hold onto hope.
LikeLike