Many thanks to the the International Human Rights Art Festival
Sermon
If I die of an assault,
do not file a report.
It isn’t the first time.
Do not go to a court
seeking justice.
There is none.
Do not allow politicians to enter
my village and town.
No media, no clowns.
No debauchery of whataboutery.
Do not bother hanging my perpetrators,
they will be born again in a multitude.
Do not imprison them,
they can’t be restrained.
I’ll be violated again, just in another place and time.
If you hope to do anything for change,
write an epic or a tale in my name,
and teach it if you can, in every school on earth.
If you are a woman, tell my story to your sons.
If you are a man, tell it to your daughters.
If you are a preacher, teach it as a sermon to the believers.
Download the poem archived at IHRAF PUBLISHES, Page Number 75
