"Dear Mr.Putin" + " I see the Mothers... "

Dear Mr Putin ….

Teach us peace, you have the power,

Please show my class the way.

Change the future that awaits

By what you do not what you say.

All you have in wealth and cash

You have more than you desire

You have reached the top, no where left to go

Very few have gone much higher.

But now here you stand before the world

Your example shows who you are.

The calls that you make , the rules you break

Are seen and heard both near and afar.

Do you know what life is like

For the children who live in fear

What have they done to exist like this ?

Just listen and you might hear.

We have homes and schools, a life and more

A place to call our own

But what have you done to those like us

Cold hungry, scared and alone .

There is a way another route

A road, a path to peace

A place for those who choose what’s right

As they make this conflict cease.

The Russian people want a life

To be free from all this strife

And you alone, the man with power

Can give them a better life.

History shows that war will serve

No purpose, use or cause

No buntings, cheering, shouts or calls

No smiles and no applause.

Your children too must wear the badge

Of the history that you weave

The tattooed ink is set in stone

Of a stain that never leaves

All the people young and old

In our land from north to south

Are doing all they can to help

For those people living hand to mouth.

Let children learn, leave schools alone

Let the doctors do their role

Give life some hope , give peace a chance

It is sunshine for your soul .

Our school is small our class is young

But in spirit, we are strong

Children are the same worldwide

They need to be loved and to belong.

They hold our future with their dreams

They hold your values too

Give them a reason to be proud

In what they see in you .

We’ve said it all, no need for more

Our message is loud and clear.

A better person lives inside

Let him speak so we can hear

Mistakes were made, but let’s move on

A better world awaits

We all can change if we turn around

In time, is never too late.

In the twilight years you will recall

Your life choices made as a man

The time and chance to change them then

Is now, while you still can.

We can live as one, in a common bond

This one planet we can share

A human race, a fellow man

There’s a reason we are here.

So take this chance and use both hands

To change the lives of many

The reasons for, are many fold

But not to, we can’t think of any.

Our final words from a man who’s wise

Are fitting to where we are now

“ if we have a ,”why “ he calmly said

“ we can cope with any” how” . ( Viktor Frankel )

Anthony O Flynn   here is the link :  https://vimeo.com/68691926

 

I see the mothers.

Holding her child’s hand on one side, and a gun made for a soldier on the other.

I see the mothers.

Walking down roads unknown to her, carrying her children, her belongings, and her worries - all at the very same time.

I see the mothers.

Sitting on the floor of hospital basements, whether it’s giving birth to her first child, tending to her precious newborn, or sitting at the ‘bedside’ of her unwell children.

I see the mothers.

Running away to a life unknown in hopes of solace and safety, while having no choice but to leave behind pieces of her heart in the shape of husbands, fathers, brothers - Even sons.

I see the mothers.

Carrying a gun in her arms (and the world on the shoulders) just to get to the grocery store on the corner to see what’s left to buy for dinner.

I see the mothers.

Having no choice but to sit in the chaos of train stations, bus stops, and roadsides, during nap time and mealtime and bedtime.

I see the mothers.

Reading bedtime stories in dark, dreary basements for the sake of normalcy, while shelling and missiles outside their walls scream anything but normal.

I see the mothers.

Still loving on their children, and still showing up for their children -

But now to a life that they never imagined in their scariest, wildest dreams.

I see the mothers.

I see them silently praying, loudly loving, unapologetically surviving.

I see them still being mom.

I see the mothers.

“I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.”

-EM Forester