Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
My inspiration for this poem came relatively, to a tragic date in history: known as the Warsaw up-rising and the burning of Warsaw, during the holocaust, in Poland, 1943. The up-rising begin in a Polish ghetto, where, when the Jewish people inside where being “evacuated” they refused to be hulled off, ‘like sheep to the slater’ and rallied together to fight back.
The ghetto residence, surprisingly manage to hold of the Nazis’ for about a month, from April 19 – May 16. Which was far unanticipated, saying how the Nazi’s far outnumbered them in terms of manpower and weaponry.
Thought, sadly May 16 was their down-fall. The Nazi’s ended up firmly taking hold of the Ghetto and dragging off an estimated 50,000 fighters to extermination or labor camps. Though, some of the fighters managed to escape through the sewer, where they joined Partisans…others committed suicide, instead of being hulled off to death camps. Proximately 7,000 Jewish lives where taken that day, thought the Nazi’s didn’t get away clean, it is said, that they too lost several hundred men in the uprising.
After the up-rising, Hitler and his SS, decided to make an example of the city, which they had long since selected for major reconstruction as part of their planned ‘Germanization’ of Central Europe. (Ironically, the destruction Warsaw, had been planned even before the start of WWII. The uprisings was really, just a convenient excuse to burn it; like Helen of Troy.) Their big plan was to simply to, whip Warsaw of the face of the earth, and sadly….in the end they exceeded in wiping out a major majority of Poland’s capital. 80–90% of Warsaw’s buildings where deliberately demolished, burned, or stolen of an immense part of its cultural heritage.
Ann Frank, wrote her thoughts in her diary, on the eve of Warsaw’s destruction: “Almost all Warsaw is a sea of flames. To set houses afire is the surest way to deprive the insurgents of their hiding places. When we crush the uprising, Warsaw will get what it deserves – complete annihilation.”
Through, my poem I tried to being out the heart-wrenching and melancholic emotions, that would of been felt, by looking into the soul of an Anonymous, survivor, who fought with their life for freedom, against one man I called the ‘Dictator’.
It was a poem of guilt—a guilt that ate away at the soul with every heart beat of my survivor. A guilt so strong, it wooed this Anonymous character, to write a poem; so the world might look through Warsaw’s ash, and see streakers of the brave-hearted Warriors, living and dead; who fought for the purposes of freedom and unity.
‘Ina son ku,’ is the Nigerian word for: I love you, in the Hausa language. Love is a very powerful thing, it can bind people together and express deep feelings, the way no other word can accomplish. Though, a lot of poeple have a mixed idea of what love really is. Most of Hollywood’s romantic, starry eyed books and films seem to paint a picture of two people falling in love and their lives being filled with roses, and happily-ever afters.
Love is so more then just attraction and bliss. It’s a deep commitment that bindes one, to another. Love is forgiveness, when anonther has wronged you, and mercy to the broken-hearted and destitute. Love is conditional.
My inspiration came, one day, when I was scrolling on the web and I came across a few of the pictures (view at the top) portraying theses girls loving on a knot of happy foreign children. Their faces so jovial and oddly peaceful wooed my heart to know what kind of love made people, fly half way around the world, just to ministers to some ragged and homeless kids. I wanted to know what those kids felt when a girl with bright, blond hair hugged and kissed them.
I had arduous time at trying to write this post and it wasn’t just writers blog! I wanted to portray those feelings I saw, through my writing, but at the same time couldn’t understand a love that would undertake such devotion and take away all analytically. Or maybe, it was logical and I just couldn’t see the logic…?
My mind was pop’in questions faster then I could answer them. I almost gave up working on this paper, but then I remembered a popular scripture in the Bible that states a deep reality of what love really is. It said: “Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13)
Well, now I know that they where doing a great love by, giving their lives and professions for those children, but one question remained unanswered: why?
As I digged deeper, all throughout the Bible their where continual verses that state that if we don’t love others, then we aren’t loving God, (John 13:34) and to love, above all, because love covers over a multitude of sins. (1 Peter 54:)
This eye-opening truth, was telling us to love others because he first loved us. To love others with a burning love, so strong that it would conquer every obstacle and selfish desire. When God called them to go, they went, because they longed to covey the same love He showed them, to the lost and dying world.
This is Love. To sacrifice your wants, desires, needs, and life for others. To love conditionally and willingly. There is no greater or truer love then this.
I was so touched by these images; theses girls just simply loving on the children, with happy and willing hearts. And to imagine the children feeling that expression of love. To them, it was most likely greater than a drop of clean water or a morsel of food. For one, compassionate moment of love, could have fill their hearts for a a life time, than a crumb of food that would of filled their stomachs for only a moment.
I tried to explain this beautiful truth and feeling through my poem, wheather I acomplished it or not; is a short goal compared to loving others verbreuntly every day, as I tried to communicate with all this rambling. 🙂 So, please understand, that there is so very much more to love then being attractive to someone or loving a piece of Chocolate cake.
I would also like to past a few verses of what the Bible teaches as about love, so next time when you’re tempted to think This is true love then stop, and read this woundedful truth:
Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud .
It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.