Ballad of Anggerik
BY Ho jia yiing
(On the snatch theft nearby a church in Johor Jaya, Johor Bahru, 2010)
“Darling dear, may I go to church
Instead of staying in at home,
And worship God
As today's Sunday?”
“No, darling, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And knives on motor-bikers,
Aren’t good for a young lady.”
“But, darling, I needed a church,
At this new housing area
And march the streets of Anggerik
To feel the peace surrounding it."
“No, darling, no, you may not go,
For I fear those bikers will harm you.
But you may self study the bible instead
And You-tube for choir or songs.”
--------paraphrased, to be continued-----
Original:
Ballad of Birmingham
BY DUDLEY RANDALL
(On the bombing of a church in Birmingham, Alabama, 1963)
“Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren’t good for a little child.”
“But, mother, I won’t be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free.”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children’s choir.”
She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.
The mother smiled to know her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.
She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
“O, here’s the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?”
Dudley Randall, “Ballad of Birmingham” from Cities Burning. Copyright © 1968 by Dudley Randall. Reprinted with the permission of the Estate of Dudley Randall.
