My goodly readers: all of you have my deepest apologies. My life has been somewhat-more-consuming than I usual, and I confess that my blog has not been highest in my priorities. Whether or not this will be the last confession and the last break from my weekly posts, I do not deign to declare.
I have just finished a rather absorbing book called 'A Song For Nagasaki', which I recommend to all who have the time for such jewels. The book clearly demonstrates what makes humanity great; and what can equally bring it down. Anyone, regardless of nationality, should take some time to read and reflect on this impressive work. But back to the second half of the title.
For those of you who have not heard of the suffering of the people known to the world as Yazidis, I suggest you utilize our ever-resourceful internet to learn more about their courage. And for those of you who already know about them, several of the following poems are dedicated to them.
A girl with a child;
On the news, from far away,
she looked like my friend.
Banners fall and rise,
sometimes black as a dark night;
raging against the sky.
Men scurry like ants,
ruthless with hate and weapons;
they seem small to us.
In summer fear spread,
In autumn courage fought back,
How will winter fare?
I have just finished a rather absorbing book called 'A Song For Nagasaki', which I recommend to all who have the time for such jewels. The book clearly demonstrates what makes humanity great; and what can equally bring it down. Anyone, regardless of nationality, should take some time to read and reflect on this impressive work. But back to the second half of the title.
For those of you who have not heard of the suffering of the people known to the world as Yazidis, I suggest you utilize our ever-resourceful internet to learn more about their courage. And for those of you who already know about them, several of the following poems are dedicated to them.
A girl with a child;
On the news, from far away,
she looked like my friend.
Banners fall and rise,
sometimes black as a dark night;
raging against the sky.
Men scurry like ants,
ruthless with hate and weapons;
they seem small to us.
In summer fear spread,
In autumn courage fought back,
How will winter fare?
