(finished version of the poem from my story The Matriot)
Patriots are attached to the land of their forefathers,
Yet mothers gave nativity to the new-borns of the nation
While fathers gallivanted forth for fresh virgin
Which land are they attaching to?
Our planet’s wasting its time growing food to keep them alive
Since they want to die for their homeland.
They draw divisions between Black, Red, White & Mediterranean
But how do you tell the difference between water and water?
Patriots claim this is our airspace, that is your airspace,
Can they stop the wind from trespassing?
The masculine principle breathes “May I?”
The feminine exhales “Yes!”
Before he blows into her
Yet they reserve the right to storm others’ sacred space without consent
And dare to draw comparisons?
Patriots say Fatherland like the world is a man.
How can that be when
It has curves like a woman,
Its waters churn under menstrual
I.e. moon-thly influence like a woman,
Seeds incubate and germinate within it like a woman?
Have you ever heard of Father Nature?
Patriots wage pre-emptive wars on other parts of the world
But it’s the same world regardless.
So aren’t they attacking their father?
That’s the fate he indicted on himself though.
He wrote the unwritten rule that
Sons must dethrone their ancestors before ascension
And we all know the sword is mightier than the pen.
The spirit of his law is chiselled letter by letter
Into the bedrock of his children’s collective unconscious,
He authors violence,
She is always written as the violated.
That’s why I’m not one of them.
I’m a matriot,
Violating patriots’ right to violence,
Washing their chisel-scarred brains
With her churning holy waters,
Answering Helena’s request from ‘All’s Well That Ends Well’
I provide virgins means to wage post-emptive warfare on gallivanters
Forcing a different shade of green on her secret gardens,
When we succeed where Guy Fawkes failed
To blow up the parliament of nationalism,
And blow its ashes to the four cardinal directions,
We’ll cooperate to procreate better progeny
Epigenetically engineered with the ingenuity
To recognise re-genesis of life, love and liberty
As a generic duty on their generation.
To summarise for future editions of the Oxford Dictionary:
Matriot (noun) – a human incarnation of the nurturing maternal instinct,
Raised to fight for the rights of the wronged
Against those who believe in violation.
© One Tawny Stranger, April 2015