Cofiwch Dryweryn

It is not just the loss of land

nor the flooding of our homes

it is the injustice of oppression

ignorance of what I am feeling.


Someone pours water down the sink

unknowingly wasting my weary woes

another flushes the flood away into 

the sewer taking our hopes too.


There are other Tryweryns where

people are treated as boxes, shifted

from where they’ve grown 



to a nowhere, shallow earth and no words for roots


Cofiwch Dryweryn and battle the bigots

against an agenda to triumph

over God’s creation and creatures craft

and leave behind the drowned.


Soon though the warming world

will dry out the green to brown

littering the landscape with bones,



will the skeleton of Tryweryn rise.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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