Never Again
Let “never again” become so obvious we never have to say it again.
Carole St. Laurent
Remembrance Day, 2015
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Poetry
Throw love, not stones
Should I throw love over the wall instead of stones?
Chocolate kisses
Valentine hearts
Gifts on the strings of balloons?
Will you take the chocolates for stones
Respond with tear gas
Burn my eyes and nose?
I want to tear down this wall
Look into your eyes
And know you as friend, not enemy
May I have this dance?
I want to dance at the wall in beautiful protest
Cast a vision of the future in its shadow today
We could hear the same music, dance to the same beat
But I couldn’t see you, our hands couldn’t meet
We could set up a webcam, make a window in the wall
I’d rather you open it, I want to walk tall
through the gate that encloses me now like a prison
Let this vision of the future shine bright as through a prism
The Cage
I live in a cage with very prevalent walls
that block me in and hide the sun
I rail at them, throw rocks and stones
Must you respond with bombs?
You hold the power of whether I can wash, or work
Whether I can skype with my aunt, or visit the day of her birth
You say yes to my brother, and no to me
Must you put my parents in such misery?
I rail at the wall with rocks and stones
You hold the power to tear it down
Will you?
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Let’s be soldiers in the army of love
My grandfather’s village is just down the road
It’s blessed with the richest of olive groves
On Fridays when grandfather takes me on his knee
I feel the shade of a tree that I’ve never seen
I’m fighting for freedom, peace and security
I’ll never forget what they’ve stolen from me
Wrongs like these must be avenged
I will not rest until they taste just revenge
We’re fighting for freedom in a just war
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