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"Better to be a dreamer seeking Beauty through Love
than a 'realist' risking crimes against humanity through the possession of riches and power."
Robin Bradbury
The words of Song for the Age, featured in the above video can be found at the bottom of this webpage.
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Crimes Against Humanity
Too immense?
Beyond our ability to do anything?
No ......... every voice counts
Have a look at the video below and think about adding yours
Song for the Age
Faceless cloaked decisions
disguise the way we walk
Questions fall as gestures
to lie unanswered in the dust
... ... is there really no answer to the pain we don't withhold
from the innocence of children and the last days of the old
in the bombs that tear off limbs
in the shells that kill or maim
in the broken lives of victims
with their tears of death-cloud rain?
Will we try to find an answer in the battles we still fight
to try and win the very things we know will not survive?
Will we run from every compromise
never backing down from pride?
Will we say the weak are best off out of it?
Is it better that they die
and leave the battle-hardened warriors
to count the spoils of death
while we make believe an answer in the debris that is left?
Prejudice of turning backs
closing ears to distant cries
and fragmented melodies of deeds
that echo in the days
... ... is there really no answer to the famines of the war
when the harvests of the powerless
are burnt away by power
and the starving mother crying for the baby at her breast
marks the poverty of the dispossessed
as the excess of the rest?
... ... is there really no answer to those who don't belong
the homeless refugees sacrificed by the strong
at the futility of borders that are guarded for the damned
whose endless blackened clouds of fear
rain destruction on the land?
Can there really be an answer in the politics of death
where the loveless dehumanised still say it's for the best?
Ah, the excuses act as remedies for that
"Never Again"
Across this vast expansive universe
so few species , so few races,
one less too many
for questions to be but gestures
lying unanswered in the dust
... ... is there no answer to the poison in the seas,
the burning of the forests, pollution on each breeze?
or the greed beyond necessity, building idols of good taste
while millions might be fed by the bad taste others waste?
Is the answer we must live with the failure of belief
in the markets of dishonesty where greed replaces need
and the decline of all compassion as the way to get ahead
leaves behind a trail of dreams disillusioned, broken, dead?
Is there really no answer to the seeds of doom we sow?
Is the blackness of the future all we'll ever know?
Robin Bradbury