Editor’s Note: This Thanksgiving I Am Thankful for the Gift of Music

From Kamaria Muntu:

Again I sit in Autumn’s rain and fog feeling betrayed by the human’s capacity to destroy, to cause indescribable pain, to remain indifferent, opportunistic and quite deliberately blind to the suffering of others.

War, poverty and other predatory scripts are not fixed, but mutable – as vulnerable to annihilation as any sickness. The last evolution asks only that we become truly decent.

This Thanksgiving I am thankful for the Indigenous survivors, those who are called North American Indians; those who opened their hearts to new neighbours on their shores, only to be savagely murdered and betrayed.
I am thankful for those with so much love in their hearts;  those committed to struggling and singing peace to the heavens, until the bombs stop falling on their sisters and brothers in Gaza.
I am thankful for love, for kindred, what a blessing!

And I am specifically thankful for the music, for the vision emanating from the consciousness of mellifluous talent. So often it is music that gets me through, those passionate lyrics that resuscitate – breathe Life!

With Honest Breath,


Fragile: Sting

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow’s rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime’s argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star

Drawings From Palestinian Children

Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are

Save the Children: Marvin Gaye

I just want to ask a question
Who really cares?
To save a world in despair
Who really cares?
There’ll come a time, when the world won’t be singin’

Many homeless children are forced behind bars in Uganda. Child sex-offenders are routinely placed in the same prisons as these small children (elementary school aged to early teenagers). Kampiringisa Rehabilitation Centre, Uganda PHOTO: AP

Flowers won’t grow, bells won’t be ringin’
Who really cares?
Who’s willing to try to save a world
That’s destined to die
When I look at the world it fills me with sorrow
Little children today are really gonna suffer tomorrow
Oh what a shame, such a bad way to live
All who is to blame, we can’t stop livin’
Live, live for life
But let live everybody
Live life for the children
Oh, for the children

Drawings by Palestinian Children, electronicintifada.net

You see, let’s save the children
Let’s save all the children
Save the babies, save the babies
If you wanna love, you got to save the babies
All of the children
But who really cares
Who’s willing to try
Yes, to save a world
Yea, save our sweet world
Save a world that is destined to die
Oh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Oh, oh dig it everybody

If Not Now: Tracy Chapman

Palestinian children playing in the rubble.

If not now then when
If now today then
Why make your promises
A love declared for days to come
Is as good as none

You can wait ’til morning comes
You can wait for the new day
You can wait and lose this heart
You can wait and soon be sorry

Now love’s the only thing that’s free
We must take it where it’s found
Pretty soon it may be costly

If now now what then
We all must live our lives
Always feeling
Always thinking

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