http://www.un.org/disarmament/special/poetryforpeace/poems/shehu/
POETRY FOR PEACE CONTEST
A social media Poetry for Peace contest is being held to share messages of peace. The contest will remain open to new entries until 1 PM New York time on Friday, 14 October.
Many atomic bomb survivors, called HIBAKUSHA (hi-ba-coo-sha), have dedicated their lives to peace. Although the average hibakusha is now 73 years old, they continue to work for nuclear disarmament by sharing, their first-hand accounts of the horrific effects of nuclear weapons. Take this valuable opportunity to listen to hibakusha testimonies and participate in the "Poetry for Peace" contest.
What is the "Poetry for Peace" contest?
This poetry contest is a platform to share your thoughts and feelings about the hibakusha testimonies. In their own voices, hibakusha have recorded their testimonies for you and future generations to hear. To take part in the contest, follow the simple steps below:
- Listen to a hibakusha story:
- Based on the account you heard, share your feelings through verse. It can be a haiku, a sonnet, or anything in between.
- Submit your poem for peace via email sent to unoda-web@un.org with "Poems for Peace" in the subject line. Selected poems will be posted on the UN website, with links to those poems on the International Day of Peace Facebook Page.
- Visit the posted poems through the International Day of Peace Facebook Page and vote by clicking "like" next to the poems that move you.
THREE winners will be selected among those with the most "likes" by a panel of judges from the United Nations and the Japanese Government. Their names will be read out in a commemorative event during Disarmament Week in October 2011. They will also be announced on the Facebook page and on the UN website.
The heaven's Seal
A colorless fragrant cloud of your
Uninterrupted Mercy overwhelms me.
The cords of Destiny throughout years,
are pulling not only my extremities but;
also my consciousness, heart, soul, everything and...
I still bath in the boiling waters of impatience,
as I stubbornly insist to argument,
that I'm Human: as a visible plurality,
but I'm not that and this I keep as a burden.
On the bottom of scalp beneath hairs,
The Seal of Unity and Uniqueness is hidden,
and this is only known by only one Human,
hardly a human;
only by its form...
For long time Mother called me Angel,
mine no conviction reigned by suspicion,
endeavors to extend to infinity,
its dimly Century,
I think in vain.
The Cognition is showing my Divine provenance,
Senses me on the lack of solitude,
For so many times,
And all day long.
— Fahredin Shehu
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