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There Is A Woman In Town
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American Bed Time Stories There is a woman in town carrying
with her a story i must share.
She was born in Okinawa,
works as clerk for a chain store, now.
With devastated fields in her eyes
she told me the story of her mother,
who lived in a heart of a war:
The Imperial Japanese Army
came with all of their horrors,
but liberation was just the same.
To her mother, and her village,
what two adversaries yielded from their fight
was who would rape her and her sisters,
next,
and beat and enslave the men.
In '45, the Americans won out
but for Okinawans,
Rising Sun or Stars and Stripes -
hell, it might as well have been
Stars and Bars in charge.
Cause losing, you see,
for Okinawans had only just begun.
And, so, with demons common on all sides
into the arms of one devil she fled.
Her daughter didn't use the word
'devil', directly,
that's from me.
But, yes, she followed them back to their den.
In a moment or two, you'll understand.
For, on distant islands and far off places,
men with a heart made of war,
sent to unleash their fire,
can be more indiscriminate
plunderers and rapists
than back home dressed like
part of the community watering hole.
And, in her story,
devils-in-charge I can't unsee.
There is a woman in town
carrying a story...
and it's a story we need to hear.
As we wage new wars,
unleash new demons
draped in the latest
fashionable colors
of Democracy.
'There is a woman in
'There is a woman in town
carrying a story...
and it's a story we need to hear.
As we wage new wars,
unleash new demons
draped in the latest
fashionable colors
of Democracy.'
a powerful story
beatifully written
Thank you.
Quite a powerful story to have heard, let me tell you.
Your Prose Rocks
Balance and form so meticulously woven. A tale is told by scops and griots. Extended prose is allegory, right? I may try this - it has possibilities.
~A~
Thank you!
Encourages me, that I did the story some justice.
To be a griot must have carried with it a great amount of honor and responsibility. I imagine one would have to develop a tremendous amount of trust within the community to have listening ears gather, and aging mouths pass the baton of the past along. Within such, all of life that has come already is allegory for other times which are to come.
I have not done a ton in this mold for some time now, but have an open borders policy with styles, so when the moment seems right it just naturally unfolds. I just felt really compelled. I definitely recommend it. With your skills and writing experience, and plenty of stories to tell, I imagine there are some real possibilities, indeed.