World Healing Poetry: The Healing Power of Hope (Satis Shroff, Germany)
Unto you that fear my name
Shall the sun of righteousness
Arise with healing in his wings
Bridges of peace, friendship and togetherness
Are built on mutual respect,
Tolerance and Miteinander.
We must talk about the symbols
Of tyranny in your villages, towns and cities.
On Memorial Day we gather with earnest faces,
To honour and remember the people
Whose names are engraved on stones,
Who died in the two World Wars.
The suns and husbands have fallen,
But a new ghost raises its ugly head again,
The Neonazis who work for
Who receive money for their incompetence,
In Thuringen, Saxony,
Hessen and Lower Saxony.
The lesson of faschism taught us
Never to combine
The police with the secret service,
For it would be akin to the Gestapo,
The Geheimen Staatspolizei.
The sixteen secret services in Germany
Cannot coordinate and cooperate.
Since thirteen years have we given
Neonazis a free hand,
Who robbed banks,
Executed Turkish and Greek migrants.
The constitution makes it possible:
‘Germany for the Germany,
All aliens out!’
Long live the Freedom of Speech.
But prithee, where is the protection
Of the migrants and underdogs
Of the society?
Is a new holocaust in the offing?
Yet there is no way
But the path of peace and togetherness.
The ewig gestrigen and the neos
Are still licking the wounds of war,
Wounds that won’t heal,
For they are infected with hate anew,
War has always been ugly and brutal.
The widows of the on-going krieg in the Hindukush,
The survivors who don’t understand their own world,
After the trauma of Vietnam, Irak, Afghanistan.
When the NATO sirens are tested,
The air vibrates with a monstrous noise.
Fear makes the olde soldier’s heart beats faster,
His pulse races and he almost chokes.
The memories and the fury of war overwhelm him.
Who will restore the faces we’ve adored?
Love, faith, togetherness and peace
Haven’t been lulled to sleep.
We still hear the clarion call
To the dangers of war,
To the hoarse shouts
Of the Neos in the street,
Who strut and fret,
And believe Auschwitz was a lie.
A silence treads like clouds shadows,
Among the people of Germany.
Hope hasn’t abandoned us yet,
Despite the petite victories of the rightists,
In Germany, Switzerland and Austria.
The people in these lands
In every good person there is a bad part,
In every bad person there’s a good trait,
Like ying and yang.
We can only appeal to humans,
Hope and pray for peace,
And the old wounds to heal,
Between humans in this world.