I was born, this time, as often beforeat the tail-end of chaosand darknessand war.Shaken by horror, at last, you could seesomething worth saving,protecting,in me. Helpless and fragile,naked and small,I hadn’t much chanceof survivingat all.And yet, once you saw me,your heart recognisedsomething you’d lostthat you wished you had prized. Something so precious,so fragile, so true:a gift [...]
Tag: humanrights
Like flies to wanton boys
How can so few men, just one or two men, start a war that the law, the hopes, the prayers, the letters penned of mothers, of brothers, of millions, can’t end?
Ali 