I see our differences in the colour of our skin, our dress and our separation of cultures. I hear our differences as you speak in your tongue and I feel excluded in my own land, failing to see it is your land too. We both set ourselves apart, cling to our differences, afraid of each other. Blind we are to our commonalities, our humanness.
Yet in times of trial we set a common bond, we bleed into each others hearts until we mend. Yet soon we will be as before and we will travel our different paths and close our doors behind us. But until then I trust you.
If I close my eyes
will you trust me enough
to give me a hug?
Grace at dVerse asks us to write of finding beauty in broken pieces or imperfection and/or the process of mending broken pieces, followed by a nature-themed “haiku”.
My words are a tribute to the good folk of
who like most
folk show their best when things are at their worst. Hearts have been opened and communities rally
together, a commonality is found. Manchester
Sadly, as time passes, things will return to what they were, that is, the divisions born of diversity. Those who have lost loved ones or have been injured or have family who have been injured will suffer their grief their hurt for a long long time, and (eventually) they will be forgotten by the rest of us…
Political correctness will once again rear its ugly head, provide the fertile ground for the seeds of hate and distrust to be sown as the ‘ordinary man’ will be gagged in its name.
We must be allowed to express our fears our grievances for until that happens we will not be able to mend society. We must have the freedom to talk to each other about each other, and in doing so, realise our paths might be different but our ultimate goals are the same, that is, to live life to the full, experience the beauty of it and share it with others.
I salute you
and indeed every other community that has suffered the atrocities’ of that that
is the evil of Daesh, and this includes those oft forgotten in the Middle East.
NB: I do realise my haiku doesn’t fit the nature-theme, that is unless we consider the nature of man, and is also one syllable short (middle line), but I felt I needed to abandon the constraints of same…
Video: Courtesy of Manchester Evening News