Monday, January 19, 2009


Stand up, against poverty.
Word of help,
action of none.

I speak of hunger,
Speak of fear.
strength of humans,
left in tin houses.

I dream of life,
see fortune,
my hunger overwhelming
my potential never suppressed.

stand up,
we all have to fight.
to build strength,
from the need.
Get power,
from hunger.

We are Africans.
hearts of lions,
we will stand up,
we will stand out.

A few pics I took around my City in South Africa, Johannesburg. I then edited them and made them a bit arty:)


Catvibe said...

Hello there! Thanks for your visit to my blog. Your poetry is beautiful, and welcome to your photography exploration! It already looks like you are having a great deal of fun there. I'm putting a link to you on my page.

etain_lavena said...

Thank you, I need to sort my links out too, haven't maintained it in ages:)

~PakKaramu~ said...

Thank you for visiting my blog

Charles Gramlich said...

Powerful pictures and words. Let's hope folks are listening.

etain_lavena said...

I hope they are Charles....thank you:)

Steve Malley said...

Great post.

I too, am overdue on link-maintenance...

the walking man said...

The photos are not too arty Etain.

The poetry is very good at the heart of it. A wonderfully strong statement.

Knowing that Afrikaans is your first language I hope you do not take offense at me editing a bit:

"I speak of hunger,
Speak of fear.
strength of humans,
left in tin houses..."

I speak of hunger
I speak of fear
I speak of
the strength of humans
left in tin houses.

in the next verse the last two lines sound hinky to me...I understand the intent yet the expression appears opposite that intent.

" hunger overwhelming
my potential never suppressed." hunger never overwhelms
my potential never suppressed

In both verse examples the emphasis on the repetition of the words "I Speak" and "never" are used to establish cadence in the verse.

M@ said...

I'm glad you consider yourself an African. I know there're many folks north of you who might disagree.

Reagan once said, "We fought a war against poverty and poverty one."

Not good enough.

laughingwolf said...

great stuff, etain... i have both your blogs linked

etain_lavena said...

Thanks Walking man no offence taken, I meant some of the lines to be as they are. But I will take what you said into consideration, thank you:)

M@ well I am about the 7th generation in my family to have lived on the African continent, thats over 500 years, so if that does not make me an African. I honestly dont know. Poverty words cannot explain it's pain.

Thank you Wolf, I will check your blog out as soon as I get a better connection:)

JR's Thumbprints said...

Where I work, we feed the prisoners well. They like to complain. The food makes them stronger, yet they are weak.

etain_lavena said...

maybe if they felt how it feels to be hungry they would appreciate food more:)