A right lost to one is a right lost to all
We all began as small, wriggling bundles of feelings
Never really seperate or different from each other
We all live, live, laugh and cry
We all hate and fear, feel pain and die
When did we start to lablel and ignore, to lose sight
Of the helplessness and needs of those outside our door
When we begain to measure ourselves in
Colour, money and perfection
When our language speaks of I instead of We
When us became They, He and She
There are those of us who are vulnerable
There are those of us that are poor
There are those of us that are too weary
to fight the injustice anymore
Sometimes all it takes is an advocate,
a voice to forge a bridge of understaning, to shine a light
On the ignorance and blindness to our brothers'
Struggle and plight
Everyone deserves to be seen and be heard
We can make a difference by our actions and our words
We have a long way to go to right all the wrongs
To restore the connection that seems almost gone
But if we take the time to hear the voices
that speak for those that need help
We may just get to see again
Feel again and remember we all begain
As small wriggling bundles of feelings
never really seperate and that different from each other
-Willaim Reece Smith Jnr
"We are seeking nothing less that a life surrounded by the richness and diversity of community - collective life, and everyday life, a powerful life."
-John McKnight, Beyond Community Services, Illinois, 1989.
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