This poem was written by our founder, Anna, after a visit to the WW2 Museum In Gdansk on 22 May 2018 – also the second anniversary of the Manchester bombings.
Yes, there will always be wars Displaced people Slaves.
Innocent victims Orphaned children Young men sacrificed Sacrificing themselves Despairing mothers Anguished fathers.
Totalitarian fascism, national socialism Communism. ‘isms of terror and suppression, rage and roar across the earth Using any means and evermore-inventive ways
To slaughter, to torture, to Negate, to trample in the dirt The beauty, love and value of ordinary people
In the pursuit of domination, greed and demented Final solutions.
And what of hope – the fragile flower they crush beneath their Boots and tanks?
Hope bleeds into the ground, dies and seems lost forever.
But through it all In some crazy way A spirit moves. The defeated rise and rise and rise again Until love reclaims Its rightful place in the Hearts and heads and bellies of the Downtrodden and dispossessed.
They rise and rise and rise again To tear freedom from the Hands of their oppressors and fly flags of Victory over their lands.
"Do your little bit of good where you are; it’s those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world." Desmond Tutu
"The difference between what we do and what we are capable of doing would suffice to solve most of the world’s problems." Mahatma Gandhi
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