A woman and her children are held captive by foreigners
These foreigners are bloodthirsty, ravenous for flesh
Destruction is the only thing they see, in her eyes
Blood spills into the night, leaving no hope for survival
Heartbeat races for hope, hope is nowhere to be found
Where was hope for the foreigners?
Who are they? What do they want? What are there motives?
Destruction, Destruction, Destruction
All that is surrounding them is violent blows and foreign ways
Hope fades into despair
Despair engulfs the captives, Despair already consumed the foreigners
Who captured who?
The only thing that lies ahead is more bloodshed and tears
The tears didn’t begin here, they had to have started long before this
Something was stolen, something greater than their land
Something that was part of them
Something that was born in their grips
Something that was stripped from them
Something embedded in the very fabric of their being
Something integral to the understanding of who they are
Something that is now gone, gone forever
These savages are merciless
Why don’t they have mercy on the woman and her children?
Why are they so livid?
Why is peace forgotten?
Who are the true victims?
People are merciless
The people are dominating, forgetting the existence of difference
Difference is bad
Variation is bad
Nothing can intertwine
Harmony is an option that no one can afford
Where is God?
Is God present for her? Was God present for them?
His omnipotence could save her, why did it not save them?
Please get on your knees, clip your hands together and sing the swan song
This must have a guarantee on her fate, right?
A rush of hope floods the captives
Freedom arrives at just the right time
Time is of the essence, where was time for the foreigners?
Was chance ever by their sad?
Were they always vulnerable even though their bonds were strong?
Luck is present for her, but is absent for the savages
Hope is present for her, but is absent for the savages
Mercy is present for her, but is absent for the savages
Faith is present for her, but is absent for the savages
Safety is present for her, but is absent for the savages
Solace is present for her, but is absent for the savages
Peace is present for her, but is absent for the savages
Home is present for her, but absent for the savages
How did they become like this?
Is this what happens to beings when all hope is lost?
When everything you know is taken in a flash
A flash is all it takes for the destruction of a society
A community that was woven together in harmony
The stitches tearing, string by string, body by body
This community of fathers, daughters, sons, children, elders
Torn apart by the greed of others, by the thirst of another breed
How could this happen?
This is the origin of the savages
Who are the true savages? Are we?
For my creative writing project, I was inspired by the captivity narrative “The History of Captivity” By Mary Rowlandson. I began the poem with very condensed and minimal lines and had the lines grow throughout the poem. This is done to show how as readers we believe a certain perception, the narrators perception, but slowly realize that this plot and picture is far bigger than we imagined initially. It is reflective of the story itself and the experience of the reader. When I read the story for the first time I felt compassion for Mary and her children due to the fact that she was being held hostage for no reason. As I continued to read the story my perception began to shift from having compassion for the captives to realizing that they are not the only victims in this story. A constant word that encapsulates the poem that I noticed in the story is savage. Savage is a potent word that I believe, carries a significant amount of meaning in the story. The narrator uses the term savage to describe the ‘enemies’ several times, so I imitated the term and decided to repeat it throughout the poem so the readers’ perception of the word changes as they are reading the poem. The term can begin as a very negative word to describe these people and eventually transforms into questioning who the savages are and finally realizing that the settlers were the actual savages in the story. Writing this imitation as a poem rather than a story, I believe was important because the elongated story gives a lot of detail about the captivity and not so much about the situation as a whole. I believe the poem format, even though it doesn’t imitated the structure of the poem, shows a more objective view of the story as a whole.