To vanquish all the demons of senseless aggression
The women left, with children on hips, for vacation
Without the men and older ones, corrupted too soon
In the middle of the night, they left without resignation.
It started with whispers under the heartbroken moon
Mothers left behind who wanted to hear a new tune
The song of “I’m sorry” for rape, murder, starvation
Made for a hollow dirge in the empty baby room.
Without any recourse than to cry and wail with rage
The women made a plan to change the history page
Eve’s disobedience might be original sin
But Cain killing Able spotlight the violent stage
Without testosterone, how/where would the anger begin?
It became clear that peace could never start from within
Add in voices loud with societal machismo
Can’t unlearn this behavior yet men had no chagrin
It took years to create the perfect utopia
Women agreed there was only one panacea
As much as it hurt to acknowledge the truth of it
Leave them behind, the only viable idea.
After kisses and climaxes for the lucky ones,
And tender tough love goodbyes for those who had older sons
The women vanishing in one night of defiance
Bringing babies, clothes, food, seeds, tools to create, no guns
When the world awoke, there was silence then confusion
There was crying and wailing and raging delusion
The accusations turned deadly with no end in sight
The world was burning, cleansing all those in collusion
And the women waited, teaching their children new ways
With emotional regulation, without fake praise
Listening, reflection, the basis for discussion
Decisions consensus, not perfect, a better phase.
Is separation the best course of action for now?
Or work hard together and put our backs to the plough?
I don’t know the answer or the moral of this tale
To change our world, what are we willing to disavow?
This is my first attempt at a rubaiyat – inspired by Frank Hubeny at dVerse call to action. Feedback is welcome and most appreciated!
The theme is in response to Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #172 – Vanishing as well as Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday Writing Prompt. Jamie’s prompt this week deserved a lot of thought – it was hard (for me at least) to imagine what a world would be like without murder, torture, starvation. In writing this poem, I am NOT saying that all the bad in the world are due to men but statistically, most of the violence in the world are perpetuated by those with a Y chromosome.
I don’t think separation is the answer. As the saying goes, if you’re not part of the solution…however, sometimes I do just want to take a vacation from all the strife I hear about in the world. Yet, where would we go?
©️ iido 2019