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Tuesday, 9 August 2011
More poetry in response-written in the early hours
Written in the early hours of the morning, by Bella Zhawi usually a quiet time of reflection, but for me personally, pierced with the sound of sirens all night.
I still disagree with Hobbes.
I do not believe that the state
Of nature is ‘nasty, brutish & short”.
I still believe in man
And the power to love and
I still believe that human nature
Doesn’t easily crumble at the first
Hint of trouble. I have hope
That love will find it’s way onto
Our streets and make our
Heartbeats stronger. My insides
Ache when they see my helplessness.
Anger does breed violence
But love will hike mountains
For you. Bridge the smallest
Of gaps. Fight till it’s drained
Of all blood and the heart
Today I became a real Londoner,
I felt with those who have
The same spirit as mine.
I have never felt more British,
Yet more removed. I cry all
The time. Today I cried for the
Boys who choose to burn the ground
So they can please their flesh.
Men who have no heart and choose
To rape their own homes.
My tears were for the ones at home
Watching their businesses burn,
And their jobs as black, billows of smoke.
I cried for mothers who didn’t tell their
Sons that pyromania and opportunism do
Not make a real man, but a heart that feels.
A heart that grieves and loves.
I say Boris, The Funny Man
Please bring us some jokes.
He didn’t answer he was nowhere
To be found but come next year.
I cried for him too because there
Is no difference between him & them.
London is burning.
Tomorrow, I will go and clean up
My local town centre.
Alonngside those who understand
That community isn’t about
Thieving our frustrations away,
But putting together our voices
To be one. Then next time we
Ask for accountability, we will
Be heard without having to
Burn down our homes.
Belinda K. Zhawi
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