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 Sep 2015
RH 78
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Washed up.
Lifeless.
All for a new life too far to reach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Terrorists
Heartless.
What happened to the human rights we all preach?

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Traffickers.
Gangs.
Displacing people no home and no speech.

Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
A son.
No future.
We hang our heads and weep!
Broken hearted and deeply affected by pictures I saw in the news depicting the lifeless body of a little boy no older than three who was photographed washed up on the shore line of Turkey. The result of further illegal human smuggling, people trafficking promising to get families to Europe on a false promise. All too often, people are put into small boats unable to sustain the weight of all the people put upon it and not fit for purpose. This is yet another shocking event in the wake of atrocities taking place in North Africa where the displacement of millions of innocent people continues. Governments are too busy counting the pennies and quarrelling amongst themselves in addition to wasting precious time as gangs and smugglers take advantage of the situation by sending people to their death profiting from the desperation of families searching for a place to call home. When will this end? RIP to the little boy, his brother and mother who all perished.
 Sep 2015
Sam Lichauco
She does not need a controversy in order to be relevant. Relevance stands on its own; it is a level onto itself.

The words of a relevant woman are never unkind nor twisted. They speak life. Most of all, they speak truth--the whole truth and nothing but. The marks of a relevant woman are faith and obedience--to be the person God called her to be, and to fulfill whatever her life's purpose may be.

For relevance does not beg for attention. It is not clothed in selfishness or vanity. Rather, it is clothed in God and His glory is where she draws her confidence.

That is why her relevance goes beyond her--it's out of this world. And also why the world will look and take notice of her.
Her weapon was a stick of chalk
And her black board was my clean slate
With every word she'd talk away my fate

She taught me to imagine
And tied my wanderings down
Until exams were things that deserved a crown

Thoughts would end and curiosity was piqued.
And doubt and questions were words to be critiqued.
 Sep 2015
Dev
"Sometimes you just need one person. Maybe forever..? Maybe for just a little while. Not long. Being alone is hard, but being with a lot of people can be hard to. Find someone is okay with talking for hour about stupid ****, but at the same time, would enjoy silence with you. Someone who would hike 10 miles then sleep all day. You just need someone to help you balance. Sometimes you need someone to help you keep your center of gravity."
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