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Welcome to the 5th year of 100,000 Poets (Musicians, Artists, Mimes…) for Change, and the 2015 edition of The BeZine Online 100TPC Event! If you’ve done this before and you know the score, skip to the comments or Mister Linky at the bottom of the post and begin. If you are wondering, hey, what are you folks up to then check out some serious non-fiction here:
Our mission here today as poets, writers, artists, photographers, musicians and friends is a sort-of fission for change—a burning with and expression of the desire for peace, environmental and economic sustainability, social justice, inclusion, equity and opportunity for all. We seek through our art to do a bit of old-fashioned consciousness raising, to stimulate thought and action leading to the kind of change that is sustainable, compassionate and just, and to engage in the important theme of the issues facing humanity today—but all with a goal to alleviate suffering and foster peace. We don’t want to just “talk about it,” we want words, art and music that help us take action in some way for positive change wherever we are in our lives, in our world.
We see a complex inter-woven relationship between peace, sustainability, and social justice. We all recognize that when people are marginalized and disenfranchised, when they are effectively barred from opportunities for education and viable employment, when they can’t feed themselves or their families or are used as slave labor, there will inevitably be a backlash, and we’re seeing that now in violent conflicts, wars and dislocation. Climatologists have also linked climate change, with its severe weather changes and recent droughts, to the rise violence in the world, and even contributing to inequities in areas – like Syria – where a severe drought destabilized food production and the economy, contributing to the unrest that led to the civil war, according to one study.

There are too many people living on the streets and in refugee camps, too many whose lives are at subsistence level, too many children who die before the age of five (as many as four a minute dying from hunger, according to one reliable study—more info), too many youth walking through life with no education, no jobs and no hope. It can’t end well…

photo: The Telegraph
More than anything, our mission is a call to action, a call to work in your own communities where ever you are in the world, and to focus on the pressing local issues that contribute to conflict, injustice, and unsustainable economic and environmental practices. The kind of change we need may well have to be from the ground up, all of us working together to create peaceful, sustainable and just cultures that nurture the best in all the peoples of this world.
Poverty and homelessness are evergreen issues historically, but issues also embedded in social and political complexity. They benefit the rich, whose economic system keeps most of the rest of us as, at best, “wage slaves,” and all too many of us in poverty, without enough to provide for basic needs or housing (including the “working poor,” who hold low-paying jobs while CEOs are paid record-breaking salaries and bonuses in the global capitalist system). We are united in our cries against the structures of injustice, where the rich act as demigods and demagogues. We have to ask of what use will all their riches be in the face of this inconceivable suffering and the inevitable backlash from the marginalized and disenfranchised. We need fairness, not greed.
So, with this mission in mind, and with the complexity of the interrelationships of social justice, sustainability and peace as a framework, we focus on hunger and poverty, two basic issues and major threads in the system of inequality and injustice that need addressing throughout the world.
We look forward to what you have to share, whether the form is poetry, essay, fiction, art, photography, documentary, music, or hybrids of any of these—and we want to engage in an ongoing conversation through your comments on all of the above as you not only share your own work here today but visit and enjoy the work of others, supporting one another with your “likes” and comments, starting or entering into dialogues with writers, artists and musicians throughout the world and online viewers, readers, listeners.
Think globally, act locally, form community.
—Michael Dickel, Jerusalem (with G. Jamie Dedes, California, USA)
DIRECTIONS FOR PARTICIPATION
Share links to your relevant work or that of others in a comment or by using Mister Linky below. To use Mr. Linky, just click on the graphic. (Note: If you are sharing someone else’s work, please use your name in Mister Linky, so we can credit you as the contributor—we will give the author / artist name in the comments, from the link when we post the link in a comment.)
You may leave your links or works in the comment section below this post. If you are sharing the work of another poet or artist, however, please only use a link and not the work itself.
In addition to sharing, we encourage you to visit others and make connections and conversation. To visit the links, click on Mr. Linky (the Mister Linky graphic above) and then on the links you see there. (Some Mr. Linky-links can be viewed in the comments section after we re-post them.)
Thank you!
All links will be collected into a dedicated Page here at The BeZine and also archived at 100TPC.
Thank you for your participation. Let the conversation begin …
– When I Was There –
When I was there, I was unaware of far away lands where children laughed and played,
and had food to share
I never had any to spare, I was too hungry to move
So I would just stare
When I was there, I was unaware of televisions or video games or cell phones
And even if I knew, I just wouldn’t care
There was no water to spare
So I would just stare
When I was there, I was unaware of lush green lawns and forests with trees
I only knew starvation and disease
I was down on my knees
Suffering too much to bear
So I would just stare
When I was there, nobody came to take care of me
But sometimes a stranger would stop and stare at me
Why didn’t anybody care about me?
There was no food or water or shelter for me
Nobody came to help me
The spark of Life faded away
Now I’m no longer there
© brian crandall 08/31/2015
the photo I post with the poem gives the message more impact @
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Thanks, Brian!
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Refugees
Everyone lines up
where fences stand tall
between life and death,
heaven and hell’s call.
Scrambling to get
to the other side–
you know of whom I speak—
they are the “refugees”–
leaving their last treasure,
as their homes they flee:
their crumbling piece of earth,
driven by their own
on foreign soil to roam.
Welcomed they are not;
no hosts standing by–
they face the barbed fence
and hostility’s shrill cry.
They are cold where they stand,
but colder is the hand
that shoves them aside
and pushes them back.
It is that tall fence, you see,
that marks the line
between who can live
and who must fight to survive.
© Neetu Malik 2015
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Thank you, Neetu. Such a good poem and the last two lines get to our moral failure: “. . . who can live/and who must fight to survive.
Well done. I’m so glad you chose to share this with us here today.
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Refugees of the world are a special breed of people…can’t stay in their homeland and yet turned away by so many other countries; where is there sanctuary? A powerful poem, Neetu.
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Thank you, Neetu, for sharing this poem of refugees and cruel borders.
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Last Real Indians has my post about food insecurity and occupied tribes: http://t.co/9TVjRvWe4x (http://lastrealindians.com/starved-into-submission-food-insecurity-occupied-tribes-by-trace-a-demeyer/)
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Lara, thank you so much. I’ve been looking forward to reading this. Off to visit now.
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Oh, sad. True. Well done, Lara.
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Thanks to Lara/Trace (see the last two comments below) for her powerful essay on food insecurity as a weapon of war; to Susanne Harford for her 10-minute play on an Aboriginal couple http://tinyurl.com/pncrezz; and Trevor Maynard for his poem, “The Grey Sky” http://tinyurl.com/o8ap8ux. These three pieces can also be accessed through Mister Linkey.
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And a new poem from Nadira Cotticollan from Kannur in Kerala, India: the impovershed mother …
https://nadirafromkannur.wordpress.com/2011/05/01/the-hand-that-rocks-the-cradle/
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The Planet Speaks
the Amazon burns no one
quells the fires
air, knowledge is lost in the fire.
Waters run polluted no one
seeks to free fish
or children drinking poison.
Air spins in cyclones
destroying all under its twisting cloud
flooding the earth.
Metal is used to make war
peoples flee
are called predators by those who’ve only known comfort.
Are we but people
whatever language colour, creed
we came from one source?
But will expire
in our own detritus
unless we care for our planet
which will spin
into the void of extinction
unless we care for it and others.
Carolyn O’Connell
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Carolyn — Please repost this on Saturday, 28 September, when we will do this year’s event. This post is from 2015 😊
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Hi Michael, I will do it. Have to find it. Thanks for asking me. ❤️
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Michael, can you please email me the the link to that post? I can’t find it at the moment. I’d be very grateful x Carolyn
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Have found it!
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Michael, have found it!
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The live event won’t be up until that Saturday.
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