WHAT VEXED YE, MOTHER?

BY JOHN ODEY ADUMA, PUBLISHER AND BRITISH CHEVENING SCHOLAR, UNITED KINGDOM



Until now, until now (sobbing), Mother

In our delusion we had thought

we were protected, safe and secure

in your bossom of love.

And basking in the glory of this security

we carried on in our own very complacency

and self-confidence

Thinking we had conquered this place,

so would defend our freedom with fear and trembling.

We lived our lives like the “certain man”

Because our barns now

are full of bounty

And then we began to say to our souls:

Oh, souls, eat, drink and be merry,

for these are what our hands had gotten us!

 

Then arrived on announced that monstrous

and crassly insensate Harvey;

And then Irma;

And then…. but which next?

unleashing such merciless stormy fury upon us

And our children

And our animals

And pets

And our properties

Like the Tsunami and Katrina

Ivan….

Et cetera, et cetera.

Even as we dragged to safety

our children and whatever our nervous hands could grab,

running and running as fast as our quaky legs could allow

More exposed and more bedraggled

As together with our children we were blown forth, back and sideways

worse than from where we had run seeking shelter

more battered, spattered, splattered, spluttered, splashed with mud and soaked

with the accompanying conspiratorial rains pouring and pouring and pouring

insistently in such rhythmic pittering and pattering

And pitter-pattering as the heavens were all pours

in such an unspeakable compassionlessness!.

 

O’ Mother, if indeed, you are summoning

the monstrous capitalists – our taskmasters

to the universal tribunal,

why visit their sins on the “least of these ones”, Mother,

for was it not they who did take and take

without putting back;

Grab and grab

without giving back anything in return?

The rocks they blasted for treasures of the earth

 And the forests they depleted for the hidden riches of secret places

without replenishing.

 

But ought you not to have to the tribunal summoned only these heartless prodigals,

As in their hands we are usually hopeless and helpless,

Sometimes forced by them to cut

their grasses, fields and tender their gardens with hands bare,

without food and sometimes without wages?

Then is this indiscriminate fury fair, Mother?

But what mother would not her offspring protect?

 

– JOHN ODEY ADUMA, PUBLISHER, VIGILANCE – THE WORLD’S LEADING SECURITY MAGAZINE.

 

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