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From:
"Women Creating A World Beyond War and Violence"
Thanks to Roberta  Manley for sharing these  two poems


TWO WOMEN PEACE POEMS
By Ada Aharoni

You Cannot Bomb Me Anymore

              Listen, little big man,
              you cannot bomb me
              anymore
              because I don't allow you
              to bomb me anymore
              nor to choke
               nor rape me anymore,
              for I have my own strength now
              and my own creative
              peace business now

              With this woman's mind
              this woman's body
              this woman's heart -
              we don't allow you
              to bomb us anymore
              for our sisters in Norway
              have shown us the way
              and now -
              you cannot, cannot, cannot  bomb us
              anymore.

              For it was
              the grandmother
              who ate the big bad wolf
              and not the other way round --
              so now
              we will not allow you
              to bomb us, bomb us,
                   ANYMORE.


                Palm Curve

              Cuddled in the heart of your hand,
              soft hand, warm hand,
              I do not feel the meaningless drops
              of life drizzling,
              do not hear its jackal-thunder
              nor see its lynx-lightning
              in the dark.

              And if the world should burst tonight
              in a giant mushroom flame,
              I would not notice -
              Snuggled in the nook
              of your gentle palm
              where I belong,
              it seems I may exist
              forever.

              We are all alike -
              gently dozing in the nook
              and the noose
                   of borrowed nuclear time.



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