Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Human rights stories in Russia

0 °C
It is cold.
At zero degree is cold, no jokes.
Okay, maybe it might not rain, maybe if there was the sun.
Maybe, yes.
But if the water freezes at zero there will be a reason, right?
Or at least consequences.
At home, at home.

If zero is cold, let alone...
Nevertheless, ending here it would be too easy.
Because you speak well, staying warm on the other side of the monitor.
For those who live at the antipodes of web it could make the difference.
Back home, back home soon.

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Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Human rights stories of police shooting

My name is Tamir Rice.
Yes, my name is.
Not was.
Because the images remain.
The words as well, I hope.
For future wisest memory.
More human, maybe
I lost, all right.
You have deleted me, defenders of the people.
Heroes of the rights of all.
Without cape or tights.
But still recognizable among the common citizens.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Human Rights Stories about war in Syria

It's old story, nothing new.
Because it took decades or even a century for the Jews from the extermination camps and the cotton plantation slaves, the victims of Apartheid in South Africa and the millions of murdered native Americans to hear talking about them with a minimum of clarity and intellectual honesty.
There are others who are still waiting, and perhaps to them first, we should dedicate passion and interest...

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Saturday, February 3, 2018

Human rights stories of death penalty

Words are useless.
They are alone.
Every word.
You might write and tell.
Shouting to the crowd and muttering to yourself that you have the big, beautiful and profound ones.
Look, to avoid misunderstandings and against my own interest, I clarify it just now: so are the words you are reading here.
Worthless phrases.
You will stop here and I will understand. You're right, you had your reasons, we have all reason, if you think about it.

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Friday, February 2, 2018

Human rights stories for all or nobody

Once upon a time there were the people of rights.
That population was made up of many kind of persons.
Different, despite appearances.
So far, we are still in the land of banality.
So be brave, let us strive to leave.

Inside the people made up of many different persons, despite appearances, there were some who claimed to be in favor of migrants and the resulting free movement of survivals.

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