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The second extinction (An Adaptation of W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming)
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The second extinction (An Adaptation of W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming)
Namrata Daumoo Aukhojee.
À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.
The «First Extinction» of the island was the loss of the Dodo
– a symbol of innocence lost to external forces. This «Second
Extinction» is internal and chemical. By invoking the sacrifice
of our ancestors – those who preferred a fatal leap from a
mountain over a life in chains –, the poem asks a haunting
question: if our forefathers fought so hard for our breath and our
liberty, why are we now surrendering it to the «simik» tide?
Turning and trembling in the foggy smoke, the youth ignores the mother’s lamenting cry;
The family falls apart; the plague of synthetic is loosed upon the isle. The «simik» tide is high,
And the youthful ambition is drowned; law has fallen overboard while greed and power sail smoothly.
Surely some retribution is at hand; surely the second extinction
is at hand. Extinction! No sooner uttered than some images of
the slaves and Girmityas flash in front of my eyes: sweating in
the cane fields, burning under the sun, breaking rocks and tilling
the soil… kicked by the colonial masters.
They watered this land with their blood. The wind whispers;
for now, I see the truth; their sacrifice went in vain.
They chose death over slavery, jumped from the jagged height
of Le Morne; they snatched their freedom from the whips…and
today, their sons surrender to chemical despair.
Their skin cracked, but they kept their spirit bright, they
sacrificed for their heir to walk with their head high
Breathing in liberty… but today they lie on streets, scattered…
out of their senses.
The dealers, like desperate invaders, prowl on the streets;
First went the dodo, now, the island’s sons;
The chemical waves wash over the toiled land
Dragging the people in the ocean of despair.

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Namrata Daumoo Aukhojee
An English educator with 16 years of teaching experience, she serves as the MES English speaking test coordinator and is a national coordinator for Model United Nations.
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