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| Third Place Winner, October 2006 | |
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JOSEPH CONY Christopher T. George (The Writer’s Block) The Lord told me, "Raise a children’s army." So I formed the Lord’s Resistance to fight the oppressors in Kampala. My boys burned village huts, killed, cut off people’s ears and lips, -- now their mouths stay open, the better to pray and their ears strain to hear the Lord’s words. Some ask why we did all these things. Why does a leaf fall? Is it not because God wills it? When my children pounded babies in wooden mortars, dare you question it was the Lord’s request to me? Now some name Joseph Kony a war criminal. Yet, the way of my people, the Acholi, is to forgive, to invite all to the mataput, to share a roasted sheep. I will quit the jungle with my sixty wives for nothing less than full amnesty, the shared meal. I will emerge from the jungle shadows, an old lion bringing the wisdom of my Lord God to the young lions to tell them to let the holy oils anoint them, a stone sewn into their garments so a mountain projects to shield them and all bullets bounce off. of the Lord of the limping and the lost, Lord of the empty basket, of the water turned to blood, of the severed lips and ears -- the butchered lamb at the feast. Judge David Kirby’s comments: “Matthew Arnold and Robert Browning couldn’t have foreseen that the dramatic monologue would be put to such use, but that’s what the tradition is all about; you take the best from the past and you ring changes on it. Here, a blood-drenched man speaks his mind, and we despise him, yet we understand him. A poem is not going to work unless the reader can say, ‘Well, yes, I guess I’ve felt that way myself.’ We say that after reading this one and then we flinch, not at the subject but at ourselves, at these beasts and angels we call humanity.”
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