THE PERILS, PROMISE, AND PRACTICE OF
YOUTHWORK IN
CONFLICT SOCIETIES
We are the children of an epoch,
the epoch is political.
Everything of yours, ours, theirs,
daytime affairs, night-time affairs,
are political affairs.
Like it or not,
your genes have a political past,
your skin has a political hue,
and your eyes a political aspect.
What you speak about has resonance,
What you hush has a voice
more or less political.
Even walking through field or forest
you take political steps
on a political basis.
Apolitical verses are also political, and the moon above
is shining a thing no longer moonly.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
What kind of question? answer, my dear.
A political question.
From Children of an Epoch, Wislawa
Szymborska, trans. Walter Whipple available
http://www.mission.net/poland/warsaw/
literature/poems/epoch.htm
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