230

230

What is the price you would pay
for a physics exam?
How you gripe about busting tables
and serving customers.
Do you know the torment of escape?
Are you haunted by the last image
of your fear frozen peers watching
you disappear into the bush?
Do you know the guilt?
What terrors await those eyes
that watch you run.

Do you know of bittersweet return?
Looks of joy clouded over by regret
and mourning,
to return alone, with no hope to share?
The others could not follow,
their faces remain on the caravan of death,
burning through villages
traveling deep into the Sambisa forest,
the Nigerian game refuge,
not for wildlife
but for animals…snakes.

The Hawthorne trees are not reddened by their berries
but by the blood of children.
Their thorns protect dangerous ideologies
lurking in the recesses of spiritual righteousness.
Parents with machetes challenge insurgents
armed with warfare and terror.
Where are the forces?
Where is the strength of country and subject?

Would it fly in our House, 230 daughters?
Would we continue our silence,
under the blanket of ignorance and obsequiousness?

-RUTH MARBURGER

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About Dianne Gardner

With a passion for wholesome and entertaining stories, Dianne Lynn Gardner dives into fantasy novels both adult and young adult. She is both a best selling author and an award winning illustrator who lives in the Pacific Northwest, USA. Mother of seven and grandmother of 16, Dianne wants to make sure that books which ignite imaginations, strengthen friendships, spur courage and applaud honor are available to every reader in the world.
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One Response to 230

  1. Ruth Marburger says:

    This was inspired by an article I read about the abduction of school girls in Nigeria.

    “Even for around two dozen girls who escaped, there has been little respite. Godiya Usman, an 18-year-old finalist who jumped off the back of the truck, said she feels trapped by survivor’s guilt. She and her cousin huddled together as the insurgents stormed into their dorm room. “When my cousin Lami started crying, one of them pointed a gun to my head and said if she didn’t stop, he would shoot both of us. I held her and told her we had to just follow their instructions, but I was so scared I could barely even whisper the words.”

    She began to panic as her cousin could not stop crying as they drove into the night. “They drove us into the forest and each time we got to a village, they stopped and started shooting and killing people and burning their houses. I told the girls in my truck that when we got to another village and they were busy attacking, we should all jump down and run into the forest.”

    But the other girls, terrified by the dozens of armed men, were unable to keep to the plan. “When we got to another village, they started shooting. I jumped down and I was expecting my friends to jump too, but they didn’t. I just started crying and running into the bush,” “–http://www.theguardian.com/…/nigeria-schoolgirls…

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