Today’s guest post comes from a pair of artists known collectively as Mwangi Hutter, who were featured in the Earth Matter’s exhibition. True to form and to this pair’s sensitive and poignant work, today’s post is a poem, or, more correctly, a poetic reflection on our relationship to planet Earth.
The sound of the world
The sound of the world has changed
it surrounds us with its deafening call
there is nothing I can do but listen
and watch while my tears blur the painful images
while I shake my head in disbelief
knowing I must believe.
if I don’t, who will listen to the screams to make them go away?
who will take them, engulf them, transform them
what can I do? I swallow the images that burn my memory.
I am dazed. I cannot allow
I allow it to happen
I am part of it
I don’t want to have any, any part in it
resignation marks my face, repulsion, sadness
and again disbelief
and again the questions arise
what can I do
do I do
do I do enough?
there is never enough done
until it stops
until the images fade to leave light
hurt is blinding me
making me numb
I need not judge nor care nor wonder
it is as it is
‘violence is a part of human nature’
I want no part of that part
I have to decide. Am I here to be within myself
or do I want to stand beside me and let them beat
kill the mother
whip the child
teach him to hold a gun
gun them down
download their useless
leech the bleeding earth
never feel resposible
I will need to scream
to turn the inner scream outwards
to aim it
to kill the killers killing
but softly and strongly
need to believe that
if we don’t, I don’t know what will happen.