Today was mainly focused on Children’s Rights. From the activity the day before, it was clear that our SAS group knew nothing about these rights. We watched videos, beginning with a young speaker who went to the UN Conference to speak out against the way that the governments and corporations of the world seemed to have no regard for their environment in their quest for expansion. We listened to one of the Stairway kids, Daniel give us a testimony of his life story. We watched Stairway’s very own animations that gave us a sense of the kinds of ways that people exploit children. The combination of learning of the dilemmas that the street kids face and the Children’s Rights was emotionally heavy. In the night, we watched the play that Stairway uses to educate the people who come, and then we played the cups game as a large group. It was a relieving end to a tiring day. Today was the day that we really started to bond with the kids. We would spend all our free time playing games and having fun together.
This poem is about one moment when we were all sitting on a stage playing the cups game together.
Thank God I met you, brother
The beauty of holding hands
is the warmth you give one another.
the feeling that you are connected,
together like sister and brother.
Holding hands can put one at ease
when they feel afraid and alone.
The best way to help children
whose strories chill you to the bone.
A dark night, a gloomy stage
after a day characterized by rain,
A group of people forge bonds
and entertaining themselves with a simple game,
Pass to the right,
Pass to the left,
flip over the cup
and pass the stack to the next
The rotation is complete
and together the mass rises
the whole thing finished
without any compromises.
The kids show relief
by using their smiles
so deceptively innocent
hiding the fact that they’ve waited a long while.
course through the veins,
the connections bring glee
but the understanding brings pain.
But now is not time
to pity or sorrow,
the kids are preparing
for a better tomorrow.
A moment of joy
and one links hands with another
all that comes out is
“Thank God I met you, brother.”
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