Rehanneh Jabbari’s dawn outside Teheran in Iran

for Reyhaneh Jabbari executed
for allegedly killing one intent on rape
former military man in Iran…
and the U.N General Assembly

At Rajaie Shahr Prison
outside Teheran
25.10.2014

Reyhaneh Jabbari
was executed in public
and this dawn broke
never to turn to day
but an endless night?

on both sides of my bed
there is no place to step
I will get up from the head
and turning on my feet 
something must

Change

967 hanged since 4. 08. 2013
And Rouhani gets to address
The United Nations General Assembly
about terrorism 24.09.2014
I undress never to wear the
same again…Let the UN
UNdress, a bath is not enough

For I know

And I know
she can look justice
in the eye
but justice cannot
look at her undying eye

Haunted Heroes’ Day

For number 2 of the 1333
Heroes’ Day came and passed
20.10.2014, you sang and drank

It will come again and again like
rain and I the grain
maybe of wheat
not rotting in seasons
and out
I fell and I fall…staggering
in your speeches haunting you

Remember me

They close their ears when they hear figures
How many sacks of grain we harvest now
is the main care no scare they are strong
but really I am not a figure in figures a figurine
I am the spirit of all the people of Kenya
and beyond all tribes
despite little boundaries of race – humanity
of ethnic borders my blood – humanity
in all groups of groups grouping – humanity
So when you complain about injustice
and crime against – humanity
remember even if
forget- me- nots, mucege, are the only ones
that saw me die and your eyes

Remember

that you moved the court from here to there
to abort me after my death
in discourse yet you found me courting
you drowned me
African Union ways of 53 flags dipped in pain
I haunt you
You never were mine
now you speak

I count not

You have louder speakers
You found me
accepted and loved and in bed
with my beloved
raped me and killed him
I have a spirit
and our children went mad
you said more spirits
ngoma na ti ciaka!

Splits between them alive
nation not loving itself
Happy Heroes’ Day!
You will find me
again in grain in your market
my blood hidden
in sukuma
sprouts and you
just eating

I can only rest in justice
I am haunted haunting

One day
you will sing my song
All I need is another
instant of justice
You close the palm to itself
Open it…

It is written in there you took my life
as a nation again after the machete
Read you life there, as a nation
weapons of mass forgetfulness
Chiefly injustice
Your middle fingers close both ears
for years… All I need is…

is that you open that palm to justice
it written there:
Peace defines itself forever in justice

Move On, for Number One of 1, 333 and on and on

You told me

that a time

must come and I

forget and move on

But a book dedicated

to me says

“For you that does not forget”

Move on you say to what path?

What if I only know one?

Like an elephant to its beloved

That every human being is born equal

not matter what differences you see

and entitled to life, security and expression

of self

It is that path I follow

and the cry of the first victim

of a machete is still on my soul

and I, unlike you

do not know where to move

on

You move a little bit for my

mind and for my country

Kenya’s justice to dawn

For Shailja Patel

For Shailja Patel

To the ones who call
all people with disdainful
dimunitives
‘ka’ for singular and ‘tũ’ for plural
kamũndũ ka ngatheti ya fb, tũmũndũ
kamũhĩndĩ, kamuindi, kamũirĩtu, karĩgũ
karoiga atĩa?

Aroiga atĩa?

They called me kĩhĩĩ before
They call their grandmothers and ancestors
names too…in the land of foreskin politics
means
The tiny one of an Fb news
the tiny ones, the tiny Indian
tiny girl, uncircumcised girl
what is she saying?
They called me uncircumcised boy
before
in land of foreskin tyranny

Let them watch how we
do not chip busts for power
but use words for swords
giving life…. stand tall!
Let them say human
Speak truth again yell it to power!

Women echo the world over!

We have to part ways

We have to part ways My love
If you will not marry change
in the sun

Mt Kenya faces us
snow melts uncovering
questions
dark on rocky peaks

If you meant love
when you spoke sweetly
for votes and more votes
tribal

How is it now you steal
my voice, our voices
and have sealed our massacre
in silence?

How dare you dance
on our bones for more votes?