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Heroes All

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Gather your sticks and wit wild wind of men,

for youthful pastimes must now be traded,

your name will float on the breath of Amen,

through squalls of war, codes moral, degraded.

 

Quiet conflicts with self, grate on the heart,

eyes damp with clear tears, shed blindly for cause,

for all you once cherished,  slowly departs,

cleansed from the soul or locked in dark drawers.

 

Small medals are given, pinned on board chest,

courage is summonsed by drawing your breath,

mothers speak sons’ names, to the wind the dead,

children are silent, they’re fearless of death.

 

War is exciting it draws us within,

a lonely cold place, the flag draped coffin.

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© Paul Nichol.  2014

I thought I would post this poem (sonnet) even though I do not know if  complies with the structural of topical rules having never written in the form before.

Write For Rights 2014

Posted: December 14, 2014 in My Journey

Paul Nichol:

Inspirational!

Originally posted on Michał Skręta's Activities:

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Human rights are among the major causes I care about. Hence, I could not miss an opportunity to contribute to fighting for justice with Amnesty International annual event, Write For Rights. During several days in December, each year people from all over the world to write letters to government officials and victims of unjust actions, with a purpose of tackling spread of unfair imprisonments and persecution. Amnesty International selects 12 most alarming cases each year for the community to put their two pennyworth in them. I decided to send my letters in cases of Erkin Musaev, Chelsea Manning and citizens of the area surrounding the place of Bhopal Disaster. I profoundly support any action that allows us to foster international peace and freedom.

Learning outcomes:

  • I engaged with issues of global importance
  • I considered ethical implications of my actions
  • I developed my writing skills

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retaliation
holding a stranger’s cold stare
rejected lover

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© Paul Nichol.  2014

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sawing green timber
determined serrated teeth
sweat drips from grained brow
I am as one with this tree
its sap now runs through my veins

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© Paul Nichol 2014

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listen intently

for the opportunity

to butt in nicely

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© Paul Nichol.  2014

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there is no picture

no guidance, just these twelve words

influencing thoughts

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© Paul Nichol.  2014

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rebellious trait

uncomfortable bedfellow

in a flock of sheep

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© Paul Nichol.  2014