The danger the UK is in now

Tributes paid to 95-year-old ‘shining light’ who tended to a dying Anne Frank and survived Nazi death camps
Gena Turgel married an English soldier who was one of the first to enter Belsen.Her wedding dress was made from a British parachute.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2017/aug/01/holocaust-survivors-uk-social-cohesion-splintering-warning-memorial

“Holocaust survivors have warned of a “splintering of social cohesion” in the UK that could lead to a repeat of the darkest days of fascist Germany, as they endorsed plans for a national Holocaust memorial in Westminster.

Three survivors, who were children when the Nazis embarked on a programme of genocide against Jewish people and are among the dwindling number of living witnesses, said the memorial would send a powerful message to future generations. “Germany yesterday could so easily become Britain tomorrow,” one said.

Peter Lantos, who lost 22 members of his family in the Holocaust, said: “We are the last generation to bear witness. When we die, no one can say ‘I was there’ …

“It’s important for the centre to be more than a record and testimony of the past. It is also a stark and powerful reminder, and warning to a future generation [of] what can happen when xenophobia and intolerance can lead to genocide.””

Anne Boleyn

http://www.oxforddnb.com/view/10.1093/ref:odnb/9780198614128.001.0001/odnb-9780198614128-e-557

The drawings

Samuel Kabamba

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“Samuel and his mother had left their family in Kinshasa in March 2016 to seek treatment for a tumour on her neck and for a lung condition the boy had.

After travelling to Algeria and spending eight months in Morocco, they climbed into a small inflatable boat on 12 January 2017, hoping to reach Europe. The boat never made it. A fortnight after Samuel’s body was discovered, Nzazi’s was found on a beach in Algeria.”

As news of their deaths emerged, a local NGO tore into the EU for shutting Europe up “like a fortress”, keeping out those fleeing war, hunger, misery and exploitation.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/jan/26/boy-symbol-spain-migration-crisis-samuel-kabamba

Samuel and his mother who had cancer drowned trying to reach Spain or another European countrry
.The little boy’s body washed up on a Spanish beach but it was not publicised whereas 2 years ago a similar case went viral

A controlled uncontrol

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And here are Pandora’s socks, Professor Smith, quipped,as the female student in the front row fell asleep whilst sitting upright in a large armchair.
And I also have Achilles’ heel here.
Now for your project, I want you all to say Three Hail Mary’s.
A large bee stung my bum and I awoke and coughed up my soul onto the bed.
Get back inside, I cried.Keep me whole,give me oil,keep me churning.
Alright ,she muttered calmly.Don’t lose your head.
I have it well screwed on, I responded.Unless I need a bayonet?
This is a surprise to see you.
Well, since Pandora lost her socks all the souls have been getting loose from their bodies.Women…why do they lose their socks so much?
After that,the doctor called.
Hi, he screamed.
For God’s sake, don’t do that, I shouted
I’m not dead you know..even though my blood pressure is zero.He smiled and handed me a blood sugar monitor.
Here you are,this will cure your pneumonia.
What about my new mania?
What is that?
I am interested in spirals…
Keep it under control.
The whole point of mania is to be out of control
Try for a sort of controlled uncontrol,then.my dear, he murmured.
What a clever idea, I told him.Goodbye
I swallowed the test kit and it cured the pneumonia immediately
But I have a pain in my insides
I’ll ring 999 when I get up
I can’t be bothered with the doctor and the receptionist
I can say I have chest pain.That will do the trick
On the other hand if the monitor has to get out of me,maybe I’d better stay in the bathroom

So many suicides recently

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https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2018/jun/08/anthony-bourdain-chef-found-dead-61

https://nypost.com/tag/suicide/

Almost every day this week
I read someone has killed theirself
in the USA
UK
Elsewhere
Like the sister of the Dutch Queen
Well known successful, total failure,whatever
The suicide rate is rising in the USA
Homicide down by 50%
But we are turning the hate inwards
Some of us suffer chemotherapy,surgery
Blindness,road accidents which cripple
Yet we fight to live.
Where is the sense?
Is it the horrors of the Wars
The Trump success
Brexit civil war in England?
Have we killed what seems worthwhile?
Are we in jobs with low pay
Surrounded by luxury goods
Or food we can’t afford for our children
Piled high in the shops we must go to?
Have we lost all connection to the Sacred?
Nature is dying
Cuckoo numbers of those living in England have declined by 75%
What next, the lark?
Are we unable to see in perspective?
Ot is it just a chemical lacking in our brains?
So sad to read these stories
Yet I know mental health is not prioritised
Apart from the shame, the labelling and the lowering of self confidence
Let’s help each other and ourselves.
It is not the answer
Life can become worthwhile once more
If we are patient

I met my solitude

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Image made from a drawing I did using Pixlr
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/i-met-my-solitude

I Met My Solitude

Naomi Replansky

I met my Solitude. We two stood glaring.

I had to tremble, meeting her face to face.

Then she saying, and I with bent head hearing:

“You sent me forth to exile and disgrace,

“Most faithful of your friends, then most forsaken,

Forgotten in breast, in bath, in books, in bed.

To someone else you gave the gifts I gave you,

And you embraced another in my stead.

“Though we meet now, it is not of your choosing.

I am not fooled. And I do not forgive.

I am less kind, but did you treat me kindly?

In armored peace from now on let us live.”

So did my poor hurt Solitude accuse me.

Little was left of good between us two.

And I drew back: “How can we stay together,

You jealous of me, and I laid waste by you?

“By you, who used to be my good provider,

My secret nourisher, and mine alone.

The strength you taught me I must use against you,

And now with all my strength I wish you gone.”

Then she, my enemy, and still my angel,

Said in that harsh voice that once was sweet:

“I will come back, and every time less handsome,

And I will look like Death when last we meet.”

Worlds slip and slide beneath my first world feet

Crunching through the pebbles on the beach
The shells and stones shine damply in the wet
They slip and slide beneath my sandalled feet

Underneath, in places we can’t reach
Live tiny creatures on which humans step
Crunching through the pebbles on the beach

Salty air like sunshine colours bleach
The neutered stones and shells are lovely yet
They slip and slide beneath my sandalled feet

We murder without knowing what we teach
Human greed, dark oceans of regret
Scrunching through the pebbles on the beach

The smallest of all creatures cannot screech
Say humans acts still shapeless are a threat
Worlds slip and slide beneath my first world feet

The blurred edge of the sea and sand’s not set
The boundaries make a space for what’s not yet
Loving are my memories of the beach
They slip and slide in wondrous retrospect