Catholic Commission for Social Justice
The annual Spoken Word Competition organised by the Catholic Commission for Social Justice was held Saturday, November 20 under the theme The Ever Wider We.
Here is ‘She Doh Know Nah’ by Tada-Marie Boneo who placed second.
Pope Francis said in Laudato Si: “Young people demand change.” They themselves can be change agents. CCSJ and the Youth Commission will continue to create opportunities for youth to release their creativity and innovation. Spoken Word poetry is a valid form of communication; a genre that allows young people to express their views on issues that concern them. We thank the 12 youths who entered this year’s competition.
There was good participation in the Spoken Word Competition for the JPCW 2015. View some of the presentations. Enter ‘Spoken Word’ in the Search field (upper right corner of this page) if you’re interested in reading some of the work.
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Imagine-
Just for a minute
That we’d win IT
That elusive, glorious soul-strengthening IT
That IT you tried to catch on the fly
After every lie
During every cry
Whilst bombs went off in the sky
Whilst girls in dark vans bite their nails
Begging to die
Tears, Tears, Tears
Where is IT?
IT that was given to us
By the One, the true One, with no fuss
Precious, perfect, dainty
A blessing
In each hand-held held a message
In each heart held a truth
One truth
The truth that’s holding the stars above us
The truth that everyone seemed to thrust-
Right out the window
Fears, Fears, Fears
When men in long, white robes murder their brothers
When boys with guns desert their mothers
Hey! Don’t you see IT?
How can you?
When your heart’s turned to ash
Gone in a flash
No longer what it was in the past
Pure, white, bursting with IT
Don’t ever forget that He gave us IT
And us with child-like malice,
Twisted IT
As we saw FIT
Where are the hymns?
Stuck in old dusty books?
On the floor of the holy house?
Just on the tip of the tongue.
Just like we should always be ready to help someone
Just a hand, a hug, a hold
From anyone
Where are the good deeds?
Stuck in that locked up room in the crook of your mind
Labelled “When I’ve Got Time?”
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Spend less
Time running from the hands reaching to you
I’m not preaching to you
I’m pleading with you
For you
For me
For us
We’re all guilty of the lust
Of self-serving greed
Green, Green, Green Greed
Bathed in every war-gun
The abuse of every young one
Every filthy lie spun
We’ve lost IT
And we just SIT
And bask in the chaos that we see
Have you been watching BBC?
Where men are shot and beaten
Their hopes and lives eaten
By shadow-seekers
Who crave more
Who find something perverse in war
Strength, power
Or delight in the gore
They’ve lost IT
Have you seen your sisters in India and Afghan?
Raped empty and hanged
By the bands of men
Who decide the shoulds and woulds
Who decided they were damaged goods
NO, they don’t have IT
Not even a little BIT
What is IT?
IT’s what I’m asking you for
IT’s what’s been pushed out of every door
IT’s the one thing He asked us to store
In our hearts, in our eyes, in our speech
In what we teach
Pure as a ripened peach
As mysterious as where the moon meets the sea on the beach
Less tainted than the rarest fleece
The IT with the power
To end all the horror
What I’m asking you for is Peace.
In last week’s CCSJ column, we shared with readers the winning Spoken Word contribution from Michael Logie from Tunapuna. Below is the contribution of Shineque Saunders, the second prize winner of CCSJ’s and the Youth Commission’s Spoken Word Competition.