Disability

I wrote this poem after Lord Sumption's appalling comments on The Big Questions about how some lives are worth more than others and reading similar stuff online.

Emma Major

Disability

It is not a dirty word Where is the progress?

Equality fail

Are you learning your lessons: Inclusivity

New resolution:

Value our contribution Gaining our wisdom

Rewrite tragedy

Look beyond human robots Unmuzzled voices

No longer dormant

Joining together with power Listen to our words

You've been on thin ice Cracks becoming crevices Inevitably

You dance to OUR beat The sky must be the limit Disturbing the world

We are NOT helpless Society disables

Let us grab our lives

NOT dispensable

Disabled with loads to give Do not write us off

We've nothing to lose

Hope becomes social action We're silent no more

Silent Spring

I wrote the first three verses of the haiku last spring before the first lockdown and added to it when I realised that, as if someone had been reading my mind, my musings had been answered.

Wendy Rooke

The light is stronger

The birds are singing again The wood is greening.

I didn’t notice

That they were absent until They returned in spring.

What other riches

Are we so unknowingly the poorer without?

Coronavirus

Has helped answer that question With its restrictions.

Quiet planeless skies A strong sense of connection Roads free of traffic.

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