We All Stand Together; a Poem in reaction to injustice, a Poem of solidarity

Railing by Paul Militaru.  (thank you for allowing me use of this image)

Twisted together by love

Bonds not just of blood but of humanity

We stoop down to support the weaker

Lending our strength so that no one stumbles

Together we weather the storms

Each piece connecting us to another

A different life, added to the whole

A weaving together of families

Unique yet the same





The inspiration and meaning behind the Poem We all Stand together

The crisis in Syria and indeed elsewhere has become an inescapable fact. One very striking image of a child, Aylan, swept ashore became the catalyst for change. I must admit that at first it just didn’t feel real; it was too far from my everyday life to really hit me. As I sat in my home, it was hard to accept that this was reality for others, hard to accept that the little boy was dead as are so many others. It took a few moments and reading a few articles for all the horror to sink in. That people were so desperate as to get aboard a rickety ship only to have their child swept into the water. They risk everything for the chance of a life, a chance at being free.

Signs of desperation – an image of an overcrowded Dingy filled with Syrian and Afghan refugees.

refugee dingy

The above is an image of an overcrowded dingy being pulled from the Turkish coasts to the Greek island of Lesbos, published in July 2015. The photograph shows clearly just how many try to travel on one boat; this to me shows it is a last attempt to break away from the life they have known, a very desperate act.

As I said, the harsh reality didn’t immediately hit me with the image of Aylan; rather, it came upon me gradually as I read articles on WordPress. I think the moment I truly felt the impact of the boy was when I came across the image of an old wooden railing, each piece seeming to support another. This is what I feel we are called to do, to help other humans who haven’t had the fortune to be born in a wealthy country, to help those who flee what we can’t even imagine.

Are we doing enough to help those in need? Is it only Syrian refugees that are in need of our compassion?

from Earth

The injustice of only helping those from one place was really shown by a witty cartoon where the captain of a large vessel, instead of immediately helping those on a small dingy, shouted out ‘Where are you from?’ The response displays the very idea of only helping some to be a truly inhuman act – ‘Earth’, was the response.

So I say if they are truly running for their lives, they are refugees and we have a duty as other human beings to help them. They don’t wish an easy life of no work, but simply wish to live out their lives.

I feel angered that David Cameron would have us only help but a few from just one place. He is trying hard to do as little as possible, and in doing so making our country sound to be filled with hard-hearted fools; but I have a heart for those in need and will do my bit.

I have already signed petitions but I felt I wanted to do more and so with a heavy heart I wrote this poem. Sometimes I feel that it is rare for us to all stand together; we spend so much time looking at differences and excusing our inaction, our failure to help those in need. If you feel moved by this crisis, then I hope you allow those feelings to move you to action.  It doesn’t have to be a world-changing decision; it can be some small act, signing a petition, raising awareness on social media or writing something on WordPress. It’s when the small acts come together that great changes can be made. We All Stand Together is a poem of hope; that we might set aside differences and stand up for justice.

Sunlight inspired

Sun starts to shine, the sky pale blue and clear

Like this blank page, but Inspiration

You have found me once more

Words flow like rivers down my arms


Or like a great sea that ebbs and flows

Each word pulling along another

The page fills just as the sky outside

Fills with soft white clouds


On days like these it seems strange to

Feel trapped in darkness, cut off from the sun

Trapped far from your reach, your comfort

I wish to break Free, to join you once more


I wish to enjoy the sunlight that dances upon the grass

To feel the joy hidden in the bird’s song

Yet with everything out of reach

I never stop believing in you

A rush in the morning

Well i have been away visiting family so i haven’t been doing my challenge, thou i did manage to write 3 poems. I feel I should have tried a bit harder to get some writing done but then I haven’t seen my nieces since Christmas so it was hard to not spend every second with them :). None of these poems are really that great but i was trying to not over sensor my writing and just allow myself to write. That being said i would really love any criticism or feedback 🙂


A rush in the morning

I feel flustered, on edge

I gather all my clothes

For the few days ahead


I should be happy, excited

But my mind’s full of doubts

Have I packed the right stuff?

‘Come on’ I then shout


The husband’s on Facebook

He’s addicted to games

Whilst I stand here fretting

It’s always the same


I don’t travel well

Filled with so many ‘what if’s’

But my husband’s laid back

He slowly starts to shift


I rush out the door and

As we go to the bus

I think of all the things

We may have left in our rush

Respect that I have chosen

Keep to yourself your babble

Of sin and joy, love and peace

I know already so pester

Someone else, how pain can cease


Your endless quotes fill my page

Go read your book and leave me

Why must you prattle on so

Clichés on how I’ll be free


I know all these well used lines

I’ve been there, do you hear?

I will not go back with you

You won’t drag me back with fear


I know where you think I’ll go

With my heart of rage and sin

You won’t trick me back with you

You think you can reel me in?


I have my own mind and so

Leave me with my decision

Respect that I have chosen

Speak to those who might listen

Reborn into a stranger

How to describe how I feel?

My world is in shatters and my heart is a ruin.

There is so little left of whom I once was, just crumbling ruins to excavate.

But out of the ruin a new thing is born with aspects the same as they were before, carefully renovated and restored, yet most of me is different.

I’m a stranger even to myself.