It’s clear we can’t agree
On the past, the present and how we came to be
Our pain of not being recognized
Hurts our decency
So we treat one another
My parents come from war torn countries
They didn’t want to leave their homelands, culture, family or friends
They left for a second chance
A chance at living a life of dignity, of decency
You see, I don’t know how we can stop these machines
That strike human lives with their political bureaucracy
And in every strike they break down our teams
Of what we once called friends, family and neighbours
Into divisive enemies
When I talk with my friends
I hear their stories
Behind their words
Lays the same frequency
Do we really want to fight
On who is right, wrong, the enemy?
We agree to disagree
From science to spiritually
We breathe in reality
In sync with our beliefs, world views, perceptions and
You see, I don’t know how we will ever all agree
On how this world should be
Or how it came to be
I can imagine our focus towards dignity
Towards a thread we can hold, braid, tie, weave
Dignity: A state or quality of being worthy of honour
and respect. A sense of pride in oneself.
Integrity: The quality of being honest and having strong moral principles.
The state of being whole and undivided.
Integer: From Latin: Intact, complete.
Cannot be corrupted.
So I ask you
What will it take to focus on dignity
For each other
And all that is living
How will we heal
From the divisions cast upon us
What will we do
To change the world around us
Into a more intact
For each other
And for all the generations that follow
About the Author
Zaynab was born in Vancouver BC, to immigrant parents fleeing war torn countries. Inspired by the hardships her family endured, her writing touches on what is possible in the realms of healing and creating new ways forward.