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Lost and Found in Blogosphere
' Life is like an ocean voyage
and our bodies are the ships,
and without a moral compass
we would all be cast adrift.'
I listened to the lyrics
from Tim Minchin's song
and I knew I need to keep
blogging and hubbing on.
Blogging and hubbing
gives me,
gives you,
gives voice to millions.
It enables us to spread
our presence
across the world.
Write when you are inspired,
read about what you want to know,
about other people,
their thoughts, their passions
and anxieties
provide you with opportunity
to explore something more...
new kinds of conversation
that can offer healing,
wisdom of learning,
new ideas out there,
when we receive it,
we translate it
to our own world.
Prejudice, love and hate,
brain sex,
loneliness,
trying to break free,
out of the traditional mould society.
Longing of moderate people
to climb the social ladder,
to see themselves powerful,
when it comes to their own roles
and sexuality.
We read, we comment, we understand...
We find something we want to share...
We uncover hidden elements
of our common humanity.
Experiences of others
resonates in us,
in a way,
we would never anticipate.
We yearn for a glimpse of better world,
while turning a blind eye
to pollution, overpopulation,
unfair distribution of wealth among people,
endangering life on earth.
Each of us has to decide,
what to do,
who will lead the way ?
I don't know the answers,
I just know we are wildly imperfect
and wildly authentic human race.
We need to find the way out,
each of us
went to blogging and hubbing,
because we have a passion,
about something worthwhile,
we want to share.
Seeing people,
seeing children
suffer
their pain remains
behind closed doors.
The blog and hub is my platform
for writing about their journey
down the corrugated road,
on and on.
Blogging and hubbing
has no limits and no end.
There are so many of them.
Australian appalling ignorance and prejudice
against war refugees,
homeless, desperate
Afghans, Iraqis and now Sri-Lankans
risking their lives on leaking boats
to reach the promised land.
I call a migration agent
my friend,
who can not sleep any more,
because of his guilt and self conscience.
He represented many of the last wave,
their applications to be recognised as refugees
refused.
Australia turned back on them.
" We should learn from past,"
he told me bitterly:
" A ship with 900 Jewish boat people
was turned away by the US
in 1939
and about 200 of them
went to the gas chambers."
The Refugees Convention
was drafted
to prevent
that happening again."
Why Australia,
my own country,
does not care?
There are so many others,
Australia was branded
an international disgrace
after an United Nations report
ranked it
as the nation with the widest life expectancy gap
between its indigenous and non indigenous people.
The gap is 20 years.
Why?
Because of crime, unemployment and poor health
in one of the whelthiest countries on earth.
" The loss of traditional culture
is to blame,"
my good friend,
Broome Aboriginal elder said:
" It's like a sickness, it slowly destroys our spirit, our body and our heart,
we talk about it but nothing happens,
because no one cares."
And there is so many more of them,
Australian appalling ignorance and prejudice
on mental health,
millions of homeless and desperate people,
with various mental disabilities.
I feel honoured to still have many of them as friends,
many are lost,
killed and beaten up
on the streets of Sydney, Melbourne and Perth.
Suffering has no limits and no end.
' Life is like an ocean voyage
and our bodies are the ships,
and without a moral compass
we would all be cast adrift.'
I listened to the lyrics
from Tim Minchin's song
and I knew I need to keep
blogging and hubbing on.
Blogging and hubbing
gives me,
gives you,
gives voice to millions.
It enables us to spread
our presence
across the world.
Blogging and hubbing
is a way
to change our world
to change ourselves.
Write when you are inspired,
write about what you know,
hopefully,
people will return
to see,
what else you have to say.
Comments
AUTHORMe too, as I said 'writing is dead' if no one reads it...thank you for making my words coming alive...all the best to you and your writing...love from Beata
I love your narrative style of poetry I'm glad we found each other Beata..!!
- AUTHOR
Thank you Tony, I am happy you like it. All the best with your hubbing ...there is no point in writing if you don't care, there must be purpose in everything...I know we can not change the world, but we can influence each other and hopefully 'grow' to be better people. Beata
I really like this poem (or two poems, to take Paul Gibson's insight) - they really open my eyes to the insights of one who cares. Thank you so much for that, and for the lovely pix.
Love and peace
Tony
- AUTHOR
Dear Lynda,
We are so similar in our desperate hope to help disadvantaged, when I read your articles I feel very connected to you as you voice my own sorrows and anguish about the state of our world. You are right about refugees, it is very complicated political matter especially in our recent economical situation and our paranoia about terrorists, but I still feel we have to do something, at least keep writing and talking about it...Thank you my dear friend for your quick and thorough comment, very appreciated. Love from Beata
Dear Paul, I value your opinion very highly as your scientific articles are so geniune and beautiful, so easy to read and understand even for amateurs just like me. Thank you for your nice comment, it warms my heart and makes me feel very special. All the best from Beata
interesting Beata... two parallel poems: anguish and elation.. each with their own internal beauty. Separate and still connected.
Hi Beata,
The photographs are beautiful as ever, so let's talk about the text. Touching, questioning, hopeful, condemning -- all of these words apply. I know the fate of refugees is an issue close to your heart after these months of reading your work here and other places. Why are the needs of these helpless, suffering humans ignored? Fear. That one word sums up the whole mess. Australians (and Canadians, and Americans -- in fact probably most of the advanced world) are afraid of the change that admitting numbers of refugees, (or any other form of immigrant really) may bring. In these times of economic difficulties, immigration is seen as a threat, not a boon to a society. "They take our jobs working for less money" "They use our services without payment" "They don't pay taxes." Indeed, in the U.S. the attitude toward immigrants (legal or illegal) is at an all time high of blame, disdain and hatred. I can't believe what I hear sometimes. People are frightened, and blame their fear on the most helpless among them -- without thought or consideration. The irony is, Canada, Australia and the United States are the three biggest lands with similar history -- land stolen by immigrants, settled by immigrants and now the descendants of those immigrants tell the next wave "You can't come." It matters not why the immigrants arrive -- as refugees, or illegals slipping through the borders, or as hopefuls jumping through the official hoops. Suddenly these newcomers are to blame for the ills of our times.
Is there hope to change this mindset? I don't have the answers to this question -- but it may be worth an article of two. I see one now called "The truth of immigration."
By now, and keep up the good work.
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