Kavisha Mazzella: “Oh the beggar at the side of the road”:
“On a midnight street a young man roams
His heart and soul full of fright
He screams out in vain his children’s names
Who knows where they are tonight?
Alleluia,alleluia!
He screams out in vain his children’s names
Who knows where they are tonight”.
Why not a Father’s Day that reminds us of the brutality of our treatment of refugee fathers and their children? Why not invite a refugee father to tell his story?
Its been a tough week for fathers working in the steel,airline or fruit industries;restructuring & globalisation its called,but if you’re a worker, it means no job. Who makes your car, sweeps your office, cooks and cleans at your business dinner,runs the trains and trams,builds your roads…..its fathers & brothers, who are probably not in your church. Check Father’s Day Poems:
+++++”You want to know what work is?
I’ll tell you what work is:
Work is work.
You get up.You get on the bus……………….(My Father Teaches Me To Dream)
+++++”………I would learn too that ‘boycott’
is not a boy’s haircut,
that I could sketch a picket line
on the blank side of a leaflet”…………………(A Sign in My Father’s Hand)
The poor and homeless fathers:
“Theres no place like home
Inside these walls
safe from the cold
another night falls
whats mine is mine
So I’ve been told
theres no place like home”………. ….(The Mission:living in a homeless shelter)
The origins of Father’s Day are directly linked to a West Virginia mining disaster (Monongah),392 miners were killed & 1000 kids lost a Dad.
So why not a different Father’s Day.
Alan Matheson
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