Brothers Sisters We Stand Poem by Gwendoline Mardell

Started out a good day,
Prayer, quietness, serenity,
Within a moment the silence had gone,
You surely knew something Terrible was wrong.

The noise like you've never heard before,
Horrific noise- Shootings of guns,
As if we were all at war,
The killings and lives taken,
Should never! have happened or be done.


Within a moment our Muslim
community were taken from us,
No warnings- No escape no time to run.

Lost and killed in a world full of hate,
Our city of Christchurch is full of
Love, not hate,
To many lives taken and killed; not to
Survive.

We had a hero who never made it,
But his name will be carried on,
Just a moment; a minute; of silence
To respect our brothers and sisters
Now gone.

To write this poem of such tragedy,
Isn't something to be done,
For me is to write down the words
On paper or text,
To express the way I feel from that
Tradegy of that day-
15 March 2019 we as a country
Will never forget,
The world will grieve as the family
are grieving to.

My heart breaks; our garden garden city is
shaken to the core,
We will remember every day as it
goes by,
My words from myself,
The tears roll down my face,
Still have faith and God gives us
grace.

Respect, Honor, Love, Understanding,
Grief, and so much more,
For our Muslim community
Our Brothers and Sisters; our beloved
extended family,
We stand and fight for the Hope,
The Love we share.
Stand tall we are.
Kia Kaha: Arohanui.