Even Stephen, 25 years on.

Even Stephen had a right to life

But it was snatched away by the blade of a knife.

Snatched away on the dark night 22nd April 1993.

Five or six youths with knives, if that is even Stephen, I fail to see.

Even Stephen had a right to an unbiased investigation

Did it happen … not at first but his mother’s protests rocked the Nation.

It was not even Stephen, what those boys did

It was not even Stephen that evidence and statements were twisted and hid.

Even Stephen had a mother true and strong

She has fought for justice for him making sure she’d right the wrongs.

Was it even Stephen that you’ve been robbed of twenty five years.

Stolen, your future, your hopes and dreams and all your fears!

Was it even Stephen that you had to die that night

But for changing buses you’d not of seen those boys, not died in your final flight.

You have left a legacy its true changed laws and procedures too

Was it even Stephen that they laid a plaque for you

Was it even Stephen that they vandalized it several times too.

Even Stephen, when was it ever, even for you?

Stephen Lawrence

I wrote about Stephen Lawrence first in 2013. God rest your soul Stephen life was never even for you. You deserve to be remembered especially today on the 25th anniversary of your murder.

Even Stephen?

Even Stephen had a right to life

But it was snatched away by the blade of a knife.

Snatched away on the dark night 22nd April 1993.

Five or six youths with knives, if that is even Stephen, I fail to see.

Even Stephen  had a right to an unbiased investigation

Did it happen … not at first  but his mother’s protests rocked the Nation.

It was not even Stephen, what those boys did

It was not even Stephen that evidence and statements were twisted and hid.

Even Stephen had a mother true and strong

She has fought for justice for  him making sure she’d right the wrongs.

Was it even Stephen that you’ve  been robbed of twenty years.

Stolen, your future, your hopes and dreams and all your fears!

Was it even Stephen  that you had to die that night

But for changing buses you’d  not of seen those boys, not died in your final flight.

You have left a legacy its true  changed laws and procedures too

Was it even Stephen  that they laid a plaque for you

Was it even Stephen that they vandalized it several times too.

Even Stephen,  when was it ever, even for you?

 

Stephen Lawrence

I  thought  of  Stephen Lawrence  tonight  and  so  I  re-posted  this  poem  that I  wrote  about  him  in  2013. God  rest  your  soul Stephen life  was  never even  for  you. You  deserve  to be remembered!

Even Stephen ?

Even Stephen had a right to life

But it was snatched away by the blade of a knife.

Snached away on the dark night 22nd April 1993.

Five or six youths with knives , if that is even Stephen ,I fail to see.

Even Stephen  had a right to an unbiased investigation

Did it happen … not at first  but his mother’s protests rocked the Nation.

It was not even Stephen what those boys did

It was not even Stephen that evidence and statements were twisted and hid.

Even Stephen had a mother true and strong

She has fought for justice for  him making sure she’d right the wrongs.

Was it even Stephen that you’ve  been robbed of twenty years.

Stolen , your future , your hopes and dreams and all your fears!

Was it even Stephen  that you had to die that night

But for changing bus’s you’d  not of seen those boys, not died in your final flight.

You have left a legacy its true  changed laws and procedures too

Was it even Stephen  that they laid a plaque for you

…..Was it even Stephen that they vandalized it several times too.

Even Stephen  when was it ever even for you.

____________________________________

 

Stephen Lawrence

Tears of Syria

Tears fell down her face and her hands shook as she smoked a cigarette.

Anger flashed from her eyes and pain was in her words, she showed me things I will never forget.

I had never seen such dreadful sights they haunt me now and they invade my nights.

First a little baby… burnt … no proper medicine, no canulars small enough.

So many wounded no medicine no equipment. God , why is this so , why is their luck so tough?

More and more arrived teenagers most of them, some screaming.

Some silent all burned, white and in shock,  through the doors pain and fear blood streaming.

Overwhelmed after working for hours

Desperate to save the children, Syria’s flowers.

We cannot treat them she told the camera we don’t know what it is

Everyone who is not a medic was ordered out and the Drs put on masks.

They worked so hard but was all beyond them too much of a awful task.

They had to send them to Turkey. BUT  so many died

They died  a slow and painful death I was a  witness, so sad I just cried.

Two that survived, if you can call being in a living hell of pain and agony , a living death.

A boy fourteen saying all he knows is pain, what hope for him most of his body burned , what has he left.

“Why bomb us at school , why ” he asked. I have no answer I do not even know who bombed him, does anyone know.

A girl eighteen, Siham so badly burned her face scarred

“Please let it be over” she implored her future marred.

She was in a math class when the bombs came and burned them

Grief, hate nothing  but mayhem.

I don’t know how to stop this I don’t know what to do

Sadly this has always happened through history to our shame it is nothing new.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was so moved by  a TV program that I saw last night that I had to write the above poem. I have written about war before but in the historic sense.

This has so touched me  that I have broken my promise to myself  that I would not write about Syria  because I do not know enough about it  ………… But I just had to. I truly hope that I have not upset anyone by this poem.  Here are details of the news  story here.

ENOUGH!

I am so angry, I am pissed that bloody woman makes me want to spit. She seems to enjoy setting one against the other she has no care that they are sister and brother ! Of course she knows she is their mother!

She will push and she will pull and stretch your temper, over whelm you with her bull. I am angry,  I am so mad the way she treads us makes me so sad!

Stick a knife in twist and turn that’s the way  sear and burn. A stressed out mess is what she makes of us there is no reason for this. She makes me want to cuss.

No I will not show respect! That is something that needs to be  earned its not something you just get! Why should she have it all her own way. If she carries on like this I will have to have my say!

I’ve put up with her for all these years I done my best to please her but I have had enough tears ! I think it is time for me to take a stand, time to be counted show my hand. To be that harsh for me is tough but listen to me now as I tell you I have had enough! He no doubt he will forgive but me…. not as long as I shall live.

 

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