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
