Sarrah's Words

Truth is what is known, that does not need defining. It is as simple as a smile. One only needs to recognize it. Once set into words, once defined, it is no longer simple, it becomes something we must explore, argue and rationalize


I am amazed at our continued appetite for war

to send our men, and now women out to die
or to come home broken
for nothing

It is a shame that the pain from the blood shed
still so fresh in our history, yet no longer in our memories
is not passed down from father to son and daughter and grandchild.

Maybe if we remembered
what it feels like to lose husbands, wives, sons and daughters, mothers and fathers
in hundreds of thousands, millions even

we would not be so keen
on bringing this kind of misery again to ourselves
and others

and call it heroism or freedom.

Written April 4th 2016, in inspiration from Vera Brittain


I hold the soft fabric in my hand
price tag cheap
I can’t afford new, good shoes to heal my aching feet
But this cute top that makes me feel good
I can.

Woven in its threads
I see a pair of hard-working, colourstained hands
A broken back and a hungry stomach
a mother’s heart, aching for her child
But work she must
Pushed to the brink by management
By a corporation hungry
For my money

Cracks in the walls she works in
Tottering over her
Threatening to cave in on thousands of lives

I can’t afford new good shoes to heal my aching feet,
but this cheap cute top makes me cry
for the true cost of its making.


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