A new branch of an old River: Dr. Mary Calder on Libya
A new branch of an old River: Dr. Mary Calder on Libya
A new branch of an old River
Thoughts on the
regime change in Libya
Summer of 2011
Dr. Mary
Calder
Begun in
times forgotten
Flowing steadily now
For forty plus
years
Streets running red
Hospital abandoned
Dead
strewn about the floors
And a few surviving strong
men
A leader once-
has hidden away
yet
directs death from afar
with a price upon his
head
People celebrating
People dying
Others
lying
What a battle
Day by day
Marching the
coastline
City by city
Bombed to dust and rubble
A
river runs
And still flows on
Blood-
the life
of the body
but only while in the veins
and
still pumped by the heart
Flows in gutters and
Soaks
into sand
A rich food for a killing field
Grown fat
for foreign aided death
Joy
Fear
Sorrow
All emotions that play on the heart
But they cannot stop
the flow
The flow grows and grows
Flowing in gutters
To puddle on streets
Pool on floors
Of homes and
hotels
Tic tac toe on sidewalks
But not for a
child’s game
Just marred and marked
Death happened
here
Rebels’, patriots
Freedom from
oppressors
Hope and tears
Tear at the mind
And
fracture the heart
While the new river grows
And flows
to soak
Into a desert nations sands
And time
And life
And the river
Flow unchanged
On
And on
And
on