Tuesday, November 17, 2015

The Seeds of Violence


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Peshawar, Paris, Beirut- these are not one-off, isolated, contained pockets of dysfunction. They mirror something very fundamental about the human condition as a whole.

Violence is not merely the use of force. It is not the child of the battlefield, or the killing of innocents; it is not the use of firearms or fists. Violence is the seed planted in our drawing rooms and over our dining tables, in our classrooms and our marketplaces, in our sermons and our TV studios.

Every single time we glorify the 'self' and dehumanize the 'other'- by virtue, by race, by ethnicity, by nationality, by caste, by religion, by sex, by income group- the seed of violence is planted:

I am better than you, I am more than you, my worth is higher, because I am Muslim, and you are not OR, because I am NOT Muslim, and you ARE. I am more than you, my house is such, my family is such, my face is such, my degrees, my job, my, my, my, my . . .


Every time I make the choice that my primary relationship with you is by any of these things, rather than by the life that flows through your veins and mine, I have planted the seed of violence. I have set myself up for manipulation by those who understand this, those who know that the terms between you and me are material, not human. And in that moment I have glorified myself, and dehumanized your worth. And in that moment I have planted the seed for another Peshawar, another Paris, another Beirut.

We are each one responsible for the reverence we give to human life and human dignity.

And unless we respond to these wake-up calls - they will keep coming.
  

*Haneen Khalid, representative for Global Zero and founder of Progressive Youth Alliance, is a humanitarian focused on global solidarity, peace and nuclear disarmament. Recently, Miss Khalid spoke to hundreds of people on behalf of Global Zero in Karachi, Pakistan in a related CNN iReport.

Hope


On Audio HERE 

© Susan Marie 







My kiss
may never meet
your lips


and our eyes
may never be
locked
in ultimate ecstatic
wonder,
simply,
of one another.


My hands
may never grasp
your own,
as they work their way
along my
skin,
soft,
pure,
marking lines
etched,
eons ago
recalled,
remembered,
brought to life
for you,
always
for you,
for us.


only -

This does not
cause me grief,
my sweet surrender.


Our souls
have met
before
and yet again,
here and now.


My love,
we share lifetimes
that others
standing side by side
may never discover.


Our most holy union
resides
between the thin line
that hides
between the sunset
and the ocean,


eternal.


© Susan Marie

Friday, November 13, 2015

Three Line Poetry Published in Prolific Press




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Prolific Press published a poem of mine in Three Line Poetry:


Book in print HERE



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