"Emancipation"


He sits in solitude-perched upon his throne.
No exterior boundaries or obstacles stand. His injury has become his internal prison. Grounded by his wounded wing he is kept enclosed.

 Bound, chained and cast off-the king is a convict.
Our captivity is the connection.
We long to fly embrace and surrender to the blue.

To the freedom. There is a likeness in his stance and grandeur. Predators –we thirst for the hunt. Humiliated or humbled?We are alone, desperate to return to the alpine that echoes in his mournful eyes. He sits.

A monument to the passers-by, the look of pity delivered by every face. He envies them. Their liberty, free will and ability to fight for all we thought we wanted.

He sits. A memorial reminding her that there is a king conquering the sky, within. Ready to spread the working wings of life and fly into the unknown. Soaring into the abyss of existence, aware of the uncertain struggles the eagle can endure.


By Alice Lynch 01/07/2008 Hobart, Tasmania.

 

You don't know who I am

You may already know my name

And know my family's too

But you don't know who I am

Although you think you do

You have only seen one part

And heard from limited sides

I am a person with a past

With nothing in it to hide

Like all children I grew fast

And always reached for the sky

Forever curious and inquisitive

Constantly asking why

With my family by my side

Their life lessons they would teach

The world within my hands

My goals and dreams to reach

From infant to child to teenager

The years rolled by so quick

I grew to be a caring person

With an impressive wit

It was a time in my life

When new experiences came fast

I was living and loving life

As I knew these years wouldn't last

You may have formed your opinion

On the actions I took

But do you really understand

Or want to take a closer look?

I am a compassionate person

Empathy and friendship I share

I have the emotions, I laugh and I cry

For others I really care

Do you know my driving force

Or the colour I prefer?

Do you think of who I am

Or judge on what you have heard?

I made mistakes and am paying the price

Too rich for what I deserve

I know I have to face the truth

And do the time I serve

I do not stand alone

My family by my side

My future is uncertain

This wave I have to ride

But in the end no matter what you read

What stories you are seeing

In all the controversy going on

Please remember I am a human being

By Anna Cross 24-04-2007
 

  

Last one Standing

First they came for the communists

And I did not speak out – because I was not a communist

Then they came for the socialists

And I did not speak out –because I was not a socialist

Then they came for the homosexuals

And I did not speak out – because I was not a homosexual

Then they came for the trade unionists

And I did not speak out – because I was not a trade unionist

Then they came for the Jews

And I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew

Then they came for me

And there was no one left to speak for me.

Martin Niemoeller Germany WW2

What a compassionate and dedicated committee and members!

 

 

  
 
  
    
 
    
  
 
  
 
  
  
 
  
  

 
 
  
    
    
  

 
  





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