tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post3005934083887980062..comments2024-03-28T10:37:59.256-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: Who are we now?37paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-26705757719860674332019-06-10T08:52:18.197-04:002019-06-10T08:52:18.197-04:00Imagine there's no countries...
Impossible for...Imagine there's no countries...<br />Impossible for humans, isn't it? We want what is OURS! How dare anyone come and try to get part of what a god has obviously ordained to us as a birthright? <br />It's too much. My heart can't hold it. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-55747355480570090232019-06-09T11:36:05.831-04:002019-06-09T11:36:05.831-04:00Oh I remember that poem. It reminded me of another...Oh I remember that poem. It reminded me of another one of hers:<br /><br />What They Did Yesterday Afternoon<br />Warsan Shire<br /><br />they set my aunts house on fire<br />i cried the way women on tv do<br />folding at the middle<br />like a five pound note.<br />i called the boy who use to love me<br />tried to ‘okay’ my voice<br />i said hello<br />he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?<br /><br />i’ve been praying,<br />and these are what my prayers look like;<br />dear god<br />i come from two countries<br />one is thirsty<br />the other is on fire<br />both need water.<br /><br />later that night<br />i held an atlas in my lap<br />ran my fingers across the whole world<br />and whispered<br />where does it hurt?<br /><br />it answered<br />everywhere<br />everywhere<br />everywhere.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-6812321617888359092019-06-09T07:13:03.990-04:002019-06-09T07:13:03.990-04:00We were thinking along similar wavelengths, thank ...We were thinking along similar wavelengths, thank your for your comment. We need to act on love, always. Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-82808115667887489132019-06-08T21:57:53.723-04:002019-06-08T21:57:53.723-04:00Yes! And it can be us tomorrow.Yes! And it can be us tomorrow.Kristinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413795611563683135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-6057666410784770482019-06-08T16:07:58.851-04:002019-06-08T16:07:58.851-04:00Smart man, your husband. Thanks for the poem.Smart man, your husband. Thanks for the poem.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-28553589370555006592019-06-08T15:10:15.674-04:002019-06-08T15:10:15.674-04:00I can only imagine how awful it is at home to risk...I can only imagine how awful it is at home to risk everything, including your children's lives, in hopes of a better life. People don't become illegal immigrants to perform criminal acts, they become illegal immigrants hoping for better for their children. My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-12034392710304842882019-06-08T14:03:17.679-04:002019-06-08T14:03:17.679-04:00Thank you for refreshing my mind about this poem. ...Thank you for refreshing my mind about this poem. It is powerful and piercing and true. The solution? I don't know, but it is inextricably connected to those causing the violence all over the world in the name of power and wealth. Will the world ever be different? I don't know that, either, and to be honest my hope for that is pretty much gone.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.com