I was sitting on a meadow one day
A book in my hands, how long I can’t say.
Three hens came close to me and showed no fear
I was most surprised as they came so near.
Was it my presence, so benevolent,
What made them approach me so confident?
They just trusted me and I did the same,
Collective confidence was here the game.
Animals, humans, need it in our lives,
To trust others instead of carrying knives.
Another day, walking in the city
I sensed there was no aggressivity.
On a street, a gay couple holding hands
Perhaps Barcelona now understands.
One person was black and the other white,
They were no longer a most dreadful sight.
Collective confidence was there again
Let’s hope this new tolerance will remain.
In Germany the principle of trust
Seems to be essential, it is a must.
I walk along one of its widest streets
It’s a frequent place where everyone meets.
Then I see a bookcase on a corner
It is public and with books, I wonder.
Books placed in the middle of a street
How pleasant it is to read so sweet
No one thinks to set them on fire
People read for pure desire.
Books travel, they come and go
The shelves have something to show.
No shelf becomes ever empty
For books there are always plenty.
Again collective confidence
Makes possible such a tendence.
Yet confidence remains shadowed
Too much the Germans have swallowed.
As Martí Anglada (1) once said
Their excessive confidence led
To the horrors of the genocide
Did they all ignore what was inside?
Heidegger was controversial
Did he think it was so special?
The Nazi regime would be the best tool
To reform university, how fool!
Essen celebrated Love Parade
Look at all the mess some people made
Beer bottles rolling on the floor
Of that crowded train, I want no more.
On railtracks drunken people walking
The train driver gave us a warning.
Nothing happened, yet soon after
There was more than one disaster:
The Duisburg tunnel, the Germanwings flight
Excess of confidence, a loss of sight.
Then came the Volkswagen case, a new shame,
Where again just too much trust is to blame.
Which country in the world, never mind
Each place carries such cases behind.
If the excess of confidence is no good,
Will we ever learn to act the way we should?
(1) Martí Anglada is a Catalan journalist and the author of the book La via alemanya (The German Way), Brau 2014.
https://ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mart%C3%AD_Anglada_i_Birul%C3%A9s
© September 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés
True words of wisdom and for sure confidence is all that you have so beautifully composed. We need to have confidence with us and everything falls in its place.
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Yes, confidence is vital Kamal. But an excess of confidence harms us because we blindly trust people who very often end up abusing us with their power.
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Yes of course it surely harms and there has to be balance in everything in life.
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I love how you brought together the theme from so many different locales and perspectives! Really well done Marta!!
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Bill.
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My pleasure!
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Very well done Marta!
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Thank you, Stella!
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My pleasure!:)
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As a southern most Australian, I found your poem profound, and informative, Thank you Marta. xx
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You are welcome, Ivor. I am glad you found it profound.
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so good to read fresh from you…
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Thank you.
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A great piece on celebration of collective confidence, but how over confidence could bring heartbreaking results!! Well-done, Marta!! 🙂
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Thank you, Newton. You couldn’t have summarized the message of this poem better.
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You are very welcome!! 🙂
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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Thank you for the reblog. You are very kind.
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“To trust others instead of carrying knives.” – this says a lot. If only all of us could follow this in our lives. We have become a cynical and distrustful society.
You rhyme beautifully, one of my weakness.
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Thank you, Pranab. I really appreciate your comment. So glad you like the rhyming.
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Pride comes before
a great fall,
and is no place to abide.
Wonderfully written, Marta.
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Thank you, David.
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Like it is always said, excess of something can lead to disastrous results! 🙂
This is a lovely verse 🙂
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Thank you so much! I am glad you like this.
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The pleasure is all mine 🙂
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Marta, this is a good piece of writing, both poem and essay. As a poem it has a nice fluidity. As an essay it has the ring of truth.
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Thank you for this thoughtful comment, Gary. I like the idea of genre fusion, which seems to be the case according to your words as this is a poem and an essay at the same time. Great!
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truth par excellence, bravo!
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Thank you so much for your great comment!
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