A people can survive genocide:
Armenian, Irish, Jew, Uyghur, Êzidî, Tutsi, Khmer,
Traumatised, declined, seemingly defeated,
Yet familiies re-form, victims struggle to survive.
What does this abomination cost us?
This mechanised murder,
This savage slaughter,
That melts-wears down
We must tread lightly,
Even with snow, slow & heavy
Underfoot here in the Donbas.
Humanity with a broken back,
With a torn treasure chest
Of peoples, cultures, religions
We cannot be tired
Great musicians are never tired
Of making the music of the world.
Crucifix, crescent, menorah
All on the slide. I would leave this world
If it wasn't for its people:
Frightened, fragile, forgotten, foreign,
people, The sea of faith rises in my heart,
Then fades as surely as the grave decays.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Thu 16th Mar 2023 09:41
I can no longer bear to watch documentaries on the Holocaust and such horrors.
What is terrifying is to listen to lies and hate in high places and realizing that we are a hair's breadth away from inflicting such horrors on others today.
Thu 16th Mar 2023 01:39
Thank you Keith."The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread.
When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!"
When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer."
Bertolt Brecht, Selected Poems
Wed 15th Mar 2023 23:15
A poem borne out of an aspect of humanity which is difficult to comprehend. I often wonder if genocide sucks the Faith out of those who once believed and were murdered for it. What must have raced through the minds of those believers as the doors of the gas chambers were slammed shut?
One of your best John.
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