Showing posts with label Malala. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malala. Show all posts

Saturday, 13 July 2013

Poem For Malala Yousafzai

Full Text http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/asia/the-full-text-malala-yousafzai-delivers-defiant-riposte-to-taliban-militants-with-speech-to-the-un-general-assembly-8706606.html
Malala addressed the U.N on her 16th Birthday yesterday, her speech was beautiful. Here's an extract.

"We believe in the strength and power of our words. Our words can change the whole world because we are all together, united for the cause of education. And if we want to achieve our goal, then let us empower ourselves with the weapon of knowledge and let us shield ourselves with unity and togetherness." 


"Let us wage a glorious struggle against illiteracy, poverty and terrorism, let us pick up our books and our pens, they are our most powerful weapons. One child, one teacher, one book and one pen can change the world. Education is the only solution, education first"


Poem For Malala 

Imagine my death, 
every reminder of my assassination
would hurt the blood
in your ignorant hands.

I will make sound with all that blood -
noise the night, until the country
invents a new condition of weather, 
where clouds the shape of Pakistan
are not as high and out of reach 
as a girls education -

every woman under this sky will begin to rise -                      
my voice will shoot every bolt of my pain
to un-secret my death. 

When it rains it is the sound of my bones       
bursting. 

It is a loaded sky of grey, cold as your bullet in my face.
It is the dirt in the black ground growing teeth. 
It is re-learning that you took the life of books
and the life of me - a girl who just wanted school.
          
You should have kept the blood warm in my feet,
if you did not want me  to    carry   my     story
across the desert        the border      the ocean
as a book you cannot burn.

Sunday, 20 January 2013

Poem From Malala (To The Men Who Tried To Assassinate Her in Pakistan)



                                                                                              Imagine my death,
                                                                          every reminder of my assassination
                                                             would hurt the blood
                                                                                              in your stupid hands,
                                                            I will make sound
                                         with all that blood
                                                                       noise the night, until the country
                                                   invents a new condition
                                                   of weather, where clouds
                                             the shape of Pakistan
                                        are not as high and out            of   reach 
                                        as a girls education -

                                                                  every woman
                                      under this sky  will begin to rise -                      
                            my voice will shoot every bolt of my pain
                       to un-secret my death. When it rains
                                          it is the sound of my bones       
                                                          bursting
                                                            and the sky turning
                                    grey and cold as your bullet in my face,
   and the dirt in the black ground growing teeth

   and you will be sorry to take away    the life of books
                                      and the life of me,
                  a little girl who just wanted school.
          
You should have kept the blood
    warm    in my feet,
       if you did not want me  to    carry   my     story
across the desert                          the border
                               the ocean
                                                    as a book you cannot burn.