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Spirit broken again
Her spirit was broken again
as the police broke the news!
Her beloved Enrique had just been killed
shot three times,
caught in the crossfire of gang violence
in Toronto's west side.
Helena,35, now was left hopeless, and in despair
how could she care for her 3 children?
You see, Helena was a refugee from war torn Syria. Sadly, she had lost both of her parents about 2years ago, they died when an artillery shell blasted their little apartment in Aleppo. At least they died together in their sleep.
Helena was crushed, obviously,
by the sudden news,
and her spirit was broken.
Her husband, Enrique who was in a settlement camp in Germany, called with the news that he qualified for refugee status and the whole family could start a new life in Canada.
Elated, Helena picked up,
all the little pieces of her broken heart and spirit,
and what was left of her family, and headed for Canada.
Helena and Enrique were so excited to have finished their English course, and Enrique had been working for two months, at a food distribution center in
Brampton. Their new life together as a family had just got started and then this tragedy! Helena was watching the news of a tragic shooting never imagining that it was her husband, who was killed...and then the knock at the door!
God help her!
John Derek Hamilton
September 22,2016
In the twelth hour
We're pursuing generational wealth
From a generation who stole
Everything from us
The clock ticks closer to doom
But we're no closer to finding our own reality
When dreams are nightmares
Fueled by foreign wars
I thought it was all wack
But I held everything back
Taking the back seat
To let others drive the car
And as we fly off the bridge
I have to ask myself how I even got here
Because my hope is drowning
In a dead sea of blood and oil
I'm tired of sitting and crying
Listening to cowards who aren't fighting
But put our soldiers on the streets
As they parade their new yachts
You sold your children's future
For foreign investment that didn't manifest
And as infrastructure begins to break down
See the reality of a dying empire
This land was not made for you and me
And the melting pot is beginning to boil over
But sadly we're caught in the crossfire
Of a media fueled race war
Because to divide is to conquer
And maybe I'm a victim of the game
When I point fingers and attribute blame
Because I'm clearly guilty too
I've been here before
Caught in the crossfire of change
Scattered peices of a past long forgotten
I travel on with hope in my reach
Each day I grow a little stronger
I stand a little taller
I become the rock for a broken family
I stay the course the destination of self happiness
I take on the challenges I stare them down
I am here for a common goal
A simple notation in the novel of my life
I embrace forgiviness I take comfort in failures
I climb these self created mountains
I am the staple in.my own existence
I discover each day what a gift it is to wake every morning
I look forward to the laughter the smiles of a stress filled day
I am the champion for my sanity
When you've been where I have been
You are tired of crying tired of destroying foundations laid
Only to rebuild them from the ground up again
I refuse to stay down refuse to fall victim again to my own thoughts
I am here today tomorrow and as long as I can be for all those loves around me.
can we find peace
under a pillow
under the covers of
a lonely lovers bed
in a field blown by the wind
or in a back yard swimming pool
weighed down with lifeless feathers
or are we merely flying
to the tops of living roots
set for us by generations of followers
dug in foxholes dig
lonely soldier never thought it was to be
caught in the crossfire of some foe
his dream was of home
swallowed in shrapnel
we don't think on this dream much
for the nightmare has begun
life in it's short shell, impenetrable
from all .
now when we dream
are we alive walking on
live wires burnt and scathed
by angry wise men
fall back on everything find
your death and embrace it
sleep the good sleep
smile for life has begun
Another moment of silence.
Another flag at half-mast
Another coffin dressed in colors.
Life's becoming quite a drag.
Community garden filling with tomatoes and needles.
Tiptoe like a sunflower, keep an eye wide open.
A black-smoke man was selling paper roses.
Monday morning, there's an empty desk at school.
Wrong place at the wrong time, they always chime.
Another Crayola crayon angel has died before their time.
Caught in the crossfire between the reds and blues.
Grief counselor soothes, but things will never be cool again.
A child's watching cartoons- a sudden news flash.
A firebug picked the perfect home; an entire family's dead.
The only thing you can do is turn the channel fast.
Sunflowers and ceasefires are God-sent but never seem to last.
Another moment of silence. Another flag half-mast.
Another coffin sprayed with tears and taps.
Life's becoming quite a drag.
We tend to lose our innocence as the years unfold
So the innocence of our children is a beauty to behold
Children sing before they know it's a song
Dance to any music that just comes along
Draw upon a canvas before they realize it's a wall
Climb so high before they understand the fall
We see innocence in our children for such a little bit
So it's up to us to nurture and protect it
But a question now arises which leads to a scary thought
What happens to this innocence when our children are being shot?
Stop a moment to remember what this violence took
The precious children our society forsook
We pray, mourn, weep...and say we're sorry too
Tell the grieving parents there's nothing we can do
And every day our country pays a tremendous cost
As more children are murdered...and more innocence is lost
Never again will they sing, dance, or draw upon a wall
Never again will they marvel at the sky, climb up high or even fall
We've stopped protecting our daughters and our sons
Just memories now of precious little loved ones
As we fight with one another in anger and ire
The children of our country are caught in the crossfire
If we want our children to survive
We must do all in our power to ensure they stay alive
If we continue to allow their innocence to be taken
In this most heinous kind of theft
There will come a time, if we haven't reached it already
When we have no innocence left