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小芯薪褟褕薪懈泻 薪邪 蟹邪胁褌褉邪

Poem

袩芯褌褉褨褋泻邪薪懈泄 覒褉褍薪褌

袪芯蟹斜懈褌褨 写芯褉芯谐懈

袨斜胁褍谐谢械薪褨 斜褍写褨胁谢褨

袩芯褉褨蟹邪薪褨 泻芯褉写芯薪懈

小褌懈褋薪褍褌褨 泻褍谢邪泻懈

啸芯谢芯写薪褨 写芯屑褨胁泻懈

袟邪褌褟谐薪褍褌械 褏屑邪褉邪屑懈 薪械斜芯

袟邪谢懈褕邪褞褌褜褋褟 褉邪薪懈, 邪谢械 泄 褋芯薪褟褕薪懈泻懈 褌械卸

 

袟 蟹械屑谢褨 褨 锌械褔邪谢褨 锌芯褋褌邪褦 褦写懈薪邪 泻褉邪褋邪.

袟芯谢芯褌懈泄 胁邪褉褌芯胁懈泄 薪邪写褨褩.

袊褩 锌芯谢褍屑'褟, 蟹邪薪褍褉械薪械 胁 褋芯薪褑械, 谐芯褉懈褌褜 褟褋泻褉邪胁芯.

效褍褦 泻褉懈泻懈 胁褨泄薪懈, 邪谢械 薪械 胁'褟薪械.

袊褩 泻芯褉褨薪薪褟 褉芯褋褌械 谐谢懈斜芯泻芯, 褋褌懈褉邪褞褔懈 褕褉邪屑懈 胁褨泄薪懈.

 

袧褨褟泻邪 泻褉芯胁 薪械 屑芯卸械 蟹邪锌谢褟屑褍胁邪褌懈 褩褩 蟹芯谢芯褌褨 锌械谢褞褋褌泻懈

袧褨褟泻械 谐芯褉械 薪械 胁邪卸懈褌褜 薪邪褋褌褨谢褜泻懈, 褖芯斜 蟹褨谐薪褍褌懈 褩褩 褋褌械斜谢芯

袧褨褟泻邪 胁褨泄薪邪 薪械 屑芯卸械 褉芯蟹斜懈褌懈 褩褩 褋械褉褑械, 芯褋褟褟薪械 褋芯薪褑械屑

袧褨褟泻褨 泻芯褉写芯薪懈 薪械 蟹屑芯卸褍褌褜 蟹邪泻褉懈褌懈 褩褩 褋锌芯胁薪械薪懈泄 薪邪写褨褩 锌芯谐谢褟写

袧褨褟泻懈泄 锌褉邪锌芯褉 薪械 屑邪泄芯褉懈褌褜 褋屑褨谢懈胁褨褕械, 薪褨卸 褋芯薪褟褕薪懈泻 薪邪 胁褨褌褉褨

 

孝芯屑褍 褟 写邪褉褍褞 褌芯斜褨

袙褨薪械褑褜 褋胁褨褌谢邪.

袟械褉薪芯 屑懈褉褍.

袛芯褉芯谐褍 写芯 褋锌褉邪胁械写谢懈胁芯褋褌褨.

小芯薪褟褕薪懈泻 写谢褟 蟹邪胁褌褉邪褕薪褜芯谐芯 写薪褟

Translation

Cracked soil

Crumbled roads

Charred buildings

Cut borders

Clenched fists

Cold homes

Clouded skies

Some wounds remain, but so do sunflowers

 

From soil and sorrow a single beauty emerges

A golden sentinel of hope

Its sun-dipped flames burning bright

Hearing the cries of war, but still it does not wither

Its roots grow deep, erasing scars of war

 

No blood can stain its golden petals

No grief weighs heavy enough to bend its stem

No war can shatter its sunlit heart

No border can block its hopeful gaze

No flag waves more bravely than a sunflower in the wind

 

So here I give you

A crown of brightness

A seed of peace

A road to justice

A sunflower for tomorrow

Explanation

This is an original poem, inspired by Ukraine鈥檚 enduring spirit. The sunflower is a national emblem of Ukraine and is a symbol of light and peace. It is deeply imbedded in Ukraine鈥檚 culture and has become an international symbol of resilience. I decided to include this powerful symbol in the poem to convey how, despite hardship, people must turn towards peace and avoid division. The moral of the poem is to portray the importance of perseverance and staying strong, however harsh life may seem. I was born in Odesa, in Ukraine and my mother and her parents have live d in Ukraine their whole life. Even since moving to the UK, the language has become a permanent piece of me. The war in Ukraine has affected many families, including mine. It brought along feelings of fear, grief and overwhelming sadness. There is constant uncertainty of the future due to the threat of violence affecting family who still live in Ukraine, and sometimes it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. That being said, we remain resilient and hopeful even when life is tough. We stay strong just like the sunflower.

De Conqu锚te 脿 Coexistence

Poem

Je suis venue pour r茅gner

J鈥檃i franchi les mers,

Avec des lois et l鈥檃rrogance des empires.

Je parle fort. Je voulais tout dominer:

Les mots, les noms, le silence, les souvenirs.

 

Mais le sol 茅tait ancien.

Il chantait d茅j脿 dans mille langues.

Le vent murmurait, 鈥淎hlan鈥� (Bienvenue),

Et le c猫dre m鈥檃 regard茅e sans peur.

 

J鈥檃i vu l鈥檃rabe, fluide comme le Litani,

Dor茅 comme un vers ancien.

Et l鈥檃nglais passait, rapide et jeune,

茅crit sur les murs, parl茅 dans les rues,

Accompagn茅 de l鈥檃rmenien doux,

Du syriaque gentil, et du kurde m茅lodieux.

 

Il y avait de la place pour moi.

Pour tous.

Aucune langue effac茅e,

Mais des voix qui s鈥檈ntrelacent

Comme des branches d鈥檕livier

 

Alors j鈥檃i chang茅.

Je suis entr茅e doucement,

Dans les caf茅s, les chansons, les magasins,

Les sourires.

鈥溍嘺 va, habibi?鈥� (mon cher)

J鈥檃i d茅pos茅 mes armes. J鈥檃i 茅cout茅.

 

Je ne suis plus l鈥檈nvahisseuse.

Je suis l鈥檌nvit茅e.

Je ne remplace plus; je me m锚le.

Je m鈥檃dapte. Je vis.

 

Je suis venue pour r茅gner,

Mais maintenant je parle 脿 voix basse.

Je n鈥檃i pas disparu; j鈥檃i 茅volu茅.

Je ne suis plus seulement fran莽aise.

Je suis devenue francophone.

Partag茅e, vivante, Une langue parmi d鈥檃utres,

Et pourtant enti猫re.

Translation

I came to rule.

I crossed the seas

With laws and the arrogance of empires.

I spoke loudly. I wanted to dominate it all:

Words, names, silence, memories.

 

But the ground was ancient.

It already sang in a thousand tongues.

The wind whispered, 鈥淎hlan鈥� (Welcome),

And the cedar looked at me without fear.

 

I saw Arabic, fluid like the Litani,

Golden like an old verse.

And English passed by, quick and young,

Written on walls, spoken in streets,

Accompanied by soft Armenian,

Gentle Syriac, and melodic Kurdish.

 

There was space for me.

For all.

No language erased,

But voices intertwined

Like olive branches.

 

So I changed.

I entered softly,

Into caf茅s, songs, shops,

And smiles.

鈥溍嘺 va, habibi?鈥� (How are you, my dear?)

I laid down my arms. I listened.

 

I am no longer the invader.

I am the guest.

I no longer replace; I blend.

I adapt. I live.

 

I came to rule,

But now I speak softly.

I have not disappeared; I have evolved.

I am no longer just French.

I have become Francophone.

Shared, alive, One language among others,

And yet whole.

Commentary

I wrote this poem to explore my multilingual identity, but instead of making it about languages fighting for dominance, I wanted to show how they can coexist and how they can actually make each other stronger. No language or linguistic identity needs to be erased or die for another to replace it; every language can have a place in a country like Lebanon that welcomes diversity. The poem, written from the imagined perspective of the French language, traces its transformation from a tool of colonial power to a voice of cultural coexistence. Arriving in Lebanon with the intent to dominate, French confronts an ancient and richly multilingual land where Arabic is fluid and where languages like English (another recent arrival), Armenian, Syriac, and Kurdish are already deeply woven into the everyday life of the Lebanese people. Taken aback by this unexpected linguistic landscape, which seems welcoming and fearless rather than hostile to this foreign intruder, French gradually yields rather than sticking to its mission of replacing these voices. It listens. It adapts. It finds itself no longer the centre, but one voice among many. In recognising the beauty and resilience of Lebanon鈥檚 linguistic landscape, French evolves. It no longer defines itself solely as the language of France, but as Francophone: a shared, living language shaped by those who speak it. The poem is ultimately a celebration of reconciliation, humility, coexistence and appreciation of multilingual identity. It shows that languages, like people, can change and evolve, and in doing so, become more complete.

Poem

Explanation

My poem follows the themes of equality and diversity. It鈥檚 the idea that if society and the people within it are able to become more accepting of each other, we can create a society where everybody can be themselves, each person a unique piece in the mosaic of life. Hate and negativity will always exist which is why we all need to be supporting of each other, rather than bringing each other down.

I chose to write my poem in Albanian as I haven鈥檛 really ever seen it used that often compared to languages such as Spanish, French and German, often taught in schools. Due to the competitions key ideas of diversity, I thought it would be interesting to learn a few words and phrase in a completely different 鈥榞juna鈥� (language).

嗒多�距獋嗒む�苦�ㄠ�距�班獋嗒椸珛 (The Colours of Peace)

Poem

嗒多��喃嵿�︵珛嗒樴�距�掂獑嗒�喃�,

嗒�嗒｀��嗒距��喃�嗒嗋�班�距��嗒侧�距�掂珖.

嗒班獋嗒椸獪喃佮�︵�距�灌珛嗒�, 嗒む珛嗒多珌嗒�?

嗒膏��嗒ㄠ�距��嗒距獋嗒膏珜嗒膏�距�ム獪嗒�嗒距�掂珖.

 

嗒灌珌嗒傕�膏��喃囙�︵獩喃佮獋嗒曕珖嗒曕�距�赤珛 鈥�

嗒忇�む珛嗒�喃嵿�班�多珝嗒ㄠ�ㄠ�ム珋.

嗒灌珝嗒班�︵��嗒ㄠ�赌嗒�嗒距�粪�距�膏珜嗒ㄠ珖嗒膏��嗒溹珖,

嗒忇獪嗒む珛嗒多獣喃嵿�む�苦獩喃囙�む�赌嗒ム珋.

 

嗒忇獣嗒ㄠ獪嗒班��嗒距獋嗒�喃囙�︵�︵珖嗒栢�距��,

嗒�嗒｀獏嗒傕�︵�班�む珛嗒忇獪嗒︵珋嗒掂珛.

嗒呧獋嗒о獣嗒距�班�掂�苦�膏�距�班珋,

嗒嗋��嗒｀珖嗒多�距獋嗒む�苦�ㄠ珛嗒膏�距独嗒掂珛嗒︵珋嗒掂珛.

 

嗒灌�距�ム��嗒距獋嗒灌�距�ム�о�班珋嗒�,

嗒掂�苦�掂�距�︵�ㄠ�灌珋嗒�, 嗒�喃嵿�班珖嗒�嗒�喃嬥�侧�距�掂珋嗒�.

嗒膏�距獋嗒�嗒赤珋嗒�, 嗒膏��嗒溹珋嗒� 鈥�

嗒�喃囙�︵��嗒距�掂�ㄠ珖嗒�喃傕�侧�距�掂珋嗒�.

 

嗒灌珌嗒傕�む�距�班�赌嗒掂�距�班珝嗒む�距�膏�距獋嗒�嗒赤�掂�距�む珗嗒�嗒距�班獩喃佮獋,

嗒む珌嗒傕��嗒｀��嗒距�班珋嗒膏�距獋嗒�嗒赤珖 鈥�

嗒忇狞嗒侧珌嗒傕獪嗒囙独喃嵿獩喃佮獋嗒涏珌嗒�.

Translation

Words may wound,
But forgiveness brings comfort.
So what if our colours differ?
In dreams, we all walk together.

Whether I am white or black 鈥�
That is not the question.
The language of the heart is understood by all,
That is the true strength of humanity.

At a glance, we may seem different,
But inside, the same light glows.
Let us forget the darkness,
And protect the true flame of peace.

Let鈥檚 hold hands,
Not argue, but speak with love.
Let鈥檚 listen and understand 鈥�
And leave all prejudice behind.

I am ready to hear your story,
If you are ready to hear mine 鈥�
That鈥檚 all I truly wish for.

Just to clarify some lines may not sound as meaningful in English as I wrote the poem straight into my mother tongue.

Explanation

This poem is inspired by the importance of peace, understanding, and embracing diversity in our world today. As a young individual growing up in a diverse society, I strongly believe in the power of compassion and unity. While we may come from different backgrounds, cultures, and experiences, we all share common dreams and hopes. The poem encourages the idea of embracing these differences and building bridges instead of walls. By listening to each other, learning from each other, and leaving behind hatred, we can create a more peaceful, harmonious world. My inspiration comes from a deep belief that we are stronger together, and it is through kindness, understanding, and peace that we can truly make a difference.

Niesione Wiatrem (Carried by the Wind)

Poem

Unser Lachen wird vom Wind getragen.

Und es gibt keine Sorgen, die uns plagen.

Niewa偶ne, na kt贸rej granicy dorasta艂e艣.

Jak byli艣my razem, zawsze o tym zapomina艂e艣.

 

Doch aus dem Westen trug der Wind

Ger盲usche, die nach Sch眉ssen kling.

Schwarze Kreuze entnahmen Leben,

Doch schafften es manche zu 眉berleben.

 

Als Geister sah man sie arbeiten,

Unter h枚hstem Hunger leiden.

Doch helfen konnte man nicht,

Sonst kamen schwarze Kreuze mit ihrer Pflicht.

 

Kiedy zwyci臋stwo zniszczy艂o czarne krzy偶e,

Nasze narody si臋 zbli偶y艂y.

W ko艅cu wiatr przesta艂 by膰 wype艂niony strza艂ami,

Ale by艂 wype艂niony melodiami鈥�

Melodiami o pokoju.

Translation

Our laughter is carried by the wind,

And there are no worries that trouble us.

It doesn鈥檛 matter on which side of the border you grew up鈥�

When we were together, you always forgot about it.

 

But from the West, the wind brought

Sounds that rang like gunfire.

Black crosses took away lives,

Though some still managed to survive.

 

Like ghosts, one saw them work,

Heard them suffer from hunger.

But no one could help鈥�

Otherwise, the black crosses would come for them.

 

When victory came, it destroyed the black crosses.

Our nations grew closer.

At last, the wind no longer carried gunshots鈥�

But instead was filled with melodies,

Melodies of peace.

Explanation

This poem is about the Second World War, with a particular focus on Poland and Germany. The poem is written from the perspective of my grandma, who was still a child when the war broke out. She was Polish but grew up on the Polish-German border and had friends who were both German and Polish. Parts of her family also married Germans. So even though the Second World War was a tough time for everyone, my grandma鈥檚 family always had access to clothes and other facilities that were not available in Poland as their relatives would send it to them.

The first verse is about the time before the Second World War. In particular, it refers to the light-heartedness of a child, my grandma.

The second and third verses are about the war. My grandma would never talk to me about that; however, my mom passed on the stories to me. She told me how the German soldiers would kill people and how the surviving Jews were forced into hard labour and that they suffered from massive malnutrition and looked like ghosts to my grandma. Sometimes she saw people trying to help them by giving them food, however, the Nazis would find these people and they would then suffer the same fate.

The last verse describes the peace that grew between the two nations after the end of the war. However, though Germany and Poland are friends now, it was not like that when the war ended. Even my parents were telling me about war propaganda on the television against Germany when they were growing up. The German language that was initially spoken by many Polish people, including my grandma, became a forbidden language in society. So even though my grandma was able to speak German when she was young, she forgot how to speak the language by the time she was an adult.

I decided to write the poem in both German and Polish as my entire family is from Poland and I grew up speaking this language at home. However, as I was born in Germany, I did not only grow up with the Polish culture but also with the German one.

Prologue 鈥� By Yun Gong-ju

Poem

Translation

Wishing not to have so much as a speck of shame

toward heaven until the day I die,

I suffered, even when the wind stirred the leaves.

 

With my heart singing to the stars,

I shall love all things that are dying.

 

And I must walk the path

that has been given to me.

 

Tonight again,

the wind brushes the stars.

Explanation

I learned this poem at Korean school when I was 12. The reason I want to share this poem is it is really beautiful, and it can be interpreted historically too.

The poem is called 鈥楽eo-si鈥�. It is written by Yun Dong-ju who is famous for his rebellion poem when Korea was colonised by Japan. Seo-si is one of the most famous poems in Korea and is known as the poem best representing Yun Dong-ju. Though it was written during World War 2,which is also when Korea was colonised by Japan, Yun Dong-ju is singing about not only peace to the world but also inner peace.

When I first read Seo-si, I was deeply inspired by the part 鈥業 shall love all things dying鈥�. This expresses Yun Dong-ju鈥檚 love and shows how he wishes peace. Furthermore, the phrase 鈥榃ishing not to have so much as a speck of shame toward heaven until the day I die 鈥� made me realise that true peace begins with being truthful to ourselves. After re-reading this poem, I have realised that peace and reconciliation is not just a grand task for society, but deeply related to our everyday actions, such as how we treat others or how we reflect on ourselves. For example, I have started to try stopping myself from blaming others and started to reflect more on myself. This made me change my attitude to other people and myself. I hope more people will read this poem and have a similar reaction as I did.