Seeing What
Cannot Be Seen
(A Human
Rights Poem for Blog Action Day 2013)
Squadrons of
government
soldiers in
riot gear,
massed and
ready
behind the
white man
confronting
the forest man,
looking
for any
reason
to begin
firing,
nation of
mothers, fathers,
children,
grandfathers,
grandmothers,
The People,
behind the
forest man,
their bodies,
their voices,
their stories
all
outside the
shot,
the forest
under fire,
fields of
burning stumps,
dead bodies,
murdered chiefs
laying in
their graves,
violated
treaties,
stinking
mines,
cattle
ranches worked
by Indian
slaves,
missing
children,
dying
animals,
all these are
what cannot
be seen
in the
photograph,
nor the
citizen journalist
aiming the
camera,
nor the face
of the blog
writer
who published
the picture,
or that of
the Global Voices
online editor
who reported
the report
of the last
on the rain
forest Indians
taking to the
streets
to save their
land,
to save their
lives, nor
the face
of the forest
man
willing
to die rather
than step aside
for the
bulldozers
because
without the forest
he will die
anyway,
we cannot see
ourselves
in the
picture
until now.
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