You cannot press me silent
Bruiser, because I don't have
Enough flags attached to my house,
Or because I don't like your lists and eyes
On lists, or threaten fists against
Me if I won't sit still.
You cannot shove me quiet
Brother, because I don't have crosses
On my wall or because I don't read your
Book or Books of Books, or
Threaten to get your hooks on
Me if I won't agree.
You cannot strike me still
Buster, because I don't rage
Along with you to make the world
Genteel or because I don't want your goods
Or wares, or forced words on worlds,
That don't speak for me.
You cannot hit me "free"
Bully, because my eyes can see
The past and all the other eyes that came
Before mine enough to know that you
Can't have your lies for long before the
Rot stinks up the place.
-Larisa Alexandrovna © 2006
What a powerful poem indeed.
Larisa Alexandrovna is the Managing Editor at Raw Story.
As I read it, I couldn't help but imagining that she's probably felt some of whatever the heat may be that keeps the rest of our msm cow-toed, and this was her response. I must confess, I've had no small crush on Larisa ♥♥♥ for some time now, so this easily struck a chord with me.
I ran across it on Mick Smith's blog and immediately thought of my most frequent commenter The Poetry Man. If you liked this, I recommend you visit his site Poetic Justice. I sent him a copy to his reader submissions, and then after a reread or two, I decided I really ought to do my own post on this myself.
(Smith's columns don't usually have poetry. He's the guy who broke the Downing Street memos. I like to check him out from time to time because he has news and perspective you'll never find in our press)