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Walls, walls Most of them you will hate But listen and hear my call For some might forge your fate Some walls will make you frown Others will slow you down Stop you dead in your tracks Even force you to pull back Some walls alienate Or, worse, discriminate Erected to separate Built to isolate When walls give the cold shoulder Will you stay silent or yell? Remain obedient or rebel? You are the choice maker Walls will put you to the test But take an axe or a shovel Make a crack, dig a tunnel For amid the rubble, pride you will harvest By now one can attest In this story, the moral Is to be your absolute best Even if that is a trial Really you are the key To who you want to be So speak up clear and loud And stand above the crowd — Aimy |
Overcoming Walls
Seventy Five Year Silence
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Have you ever experienced a dark place that seized a slice of your soul? Unsettling, a meager dozen miles distant, my modern, peaceful home. Refused to return that piece to me, unrecovered to this day. In my head six hundred and forty two enfants de la république, Screaming through the eerie quiet of their Glane valley sanctuary. Tormented by the woe of capitulation's aftermath. Numbed, muted, I fall contemplative. My silent witness of global shock. Horror des rues of shell pocked ruins. My condemnation progress spied by innocent, pathetic ghosts. Suppressed villagers; D-Day news, rumours and ceded hope, Angels of Limousin; sleep unforgotten. Massacred! Senseless, demoniac Schutstaffel. Furnace church, smelted bell, Dante’s foreseen Nazi hell. Abandoned, untouched since that abhorrent summer’s day. The sands of time pass slow. Struggle through my lens to capture this wretched atmosphere. How would Pran or Conroy relate their story had they shot it then? Such absolute evil now outlawed to prevent phoenix rise again. But we, mere humans, never learn from history’s text, Doomed to repeat. It has and will….. |
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