Empty Chairs
Posted on April 28, 2016
When your friend emails and asks if they can read you something, something that is a rough first draft, and that friend is Nicola Davies you know you are in for a treat.
Nic face-timed me. I was doodling a design for a Christmas card. But not for long. Because what she had written was a heart-tugging soul song of a piece of writing.
She sent it to Emily from the Guardian, and fast as lightning Emily came back asking if there might be an image to go with it. The only image to come to mind was this.
Read here what Nic read to me. The Day War Came. Share it. Send it to your MP, if they voted against allowing the 3000 children in.
Don’t stand by and do nothing. For that way lies only darkness and desolation.
I cried and want to give a child a chair so they can go to school.
Shared publicly at my Face book page.
Jackie, Jackie
So much to say.
Every child, is everyone’s child. Simple as that. I quoted the Manic Street Preachers, and will repeat that – “If you tolerate this, your children will be next” And Nicola Davies’ poem, echoes this.
There is a charity ‘Freedom from Torture’ which helps those who, as this child has, end up with war behind their eyes, in every fibre of their being.
I won’t go on and on, I don’t need to. Nicola says her poem is ‘rough and ready’, it’s not, it’s sound, absolutely sound.
What I will do, is send this link on, too.
You know such sound, great, people, Jackie. You recognize each other.
God above, what a species we are – such wonder and such destruction.
PS
https://www.freedomfromtorture.org/