Poetry is the word equivalent of a beating heart, of emotions in line in a rhyme that soothes, quickens, rips out our hearts.

This site is dedicated to giving a voice to the voiceless and raising the awareness of the destruction and devastation faced by many so the few can grow rich, and to encouraging people to take action to create peace in the world.

We are deeply grateful to the poets who have given their considerable talents with words to a humanitarian cry for Peace In Our Name.  These poems are not featured on the Not In Our Name CD, the previous music project we co-created, but are inspirational new contributions.

A moment for them
brothers and sisters that have fallen
without a valid reason
ashes blowing in the wind

the Face of Allepo
Who are you to speak of love,
Who let evil men steal our land 
Spill our blood upon the soil 
Crush our bones into the sand 
Nelson Mandela quote

The scent of freedom
O, Mandela
Your eyes have the color of freedom
O, Mandela

Snatched and flung in hell and beyond,
His innocence shafted, his childhood gone.

My Keffiyeh will not be fondled by moths! It is no ordinary tablecloth!
It is freedom, lovely, in her chequers.

This is not a broken doll

No, this is not a broken doll.
This is one of many a child.
Killed in a children’s hospital.

Peace in our name,
We refuse to blame or rename the shame,
Peace in our Name
For the future of our souls we maintain
Unity in our goals...

i think of the thinking
that self-brutalises
i think of the brutal
and those brutalised

Palestinian olympic swimmer

You are no stranger to the Olympics,
an endurance runner you are
tripping
on the roots of olive trees
uprooted

A human cry
on the wind
Reaches high
A human cry

Syria bombed

In the cradle of the civilised west
he wrests his baby from the twisted mess...

Her first born child
Pressed and dressed
against her breast.

The seas are mined
With refugees
Their stories filled with history.
Sardine-like in the rocking boats

Lie here with me
and hear my song
Of love and loss
Of dreadful wrong

IF

Knowing that such will obviously flay
The skin from flesh of children who have fled
From homes you phoned to say, “Go! Run away!

In memory of Ali Dawabsheh, an 18 month old Palestinian child burnt to
death in his sleep in July 2015 by illegal Israeli settlers.

Leytonstone stabbing - This is for Syria

Guest poem from Heathcote Williams entitled “This is for Syria” following the stabbing at Leytonstone station.

I have seen
the invisible
heard the inaudible
eaten the inedible and
lived the unliveable.

For what will we be blamed?
For ruinous and blind deeds;
bombing mothers and children;
the death of the sick and in need

Syrian child killed
...Is that my name?
Call me cat and and 
call me if you find my name.
Damaged by a protective edge of steel, 
“Never-Again” should mean none are forgot.
Why only in our pain can we be one?

Look, the vile liar and his harpy wife
are standing, waiting for the show to start.

Charity for Peace in the Middle East