Taking The Sacred Road To Justice And Humanity
They walked this road in seasons pastWhen all the skies were overcast,
They breathed defiance as they went
Along those troubled roads of Gwent
They talked of justice as they strode
Along this crooked mountain road
And dared the little lords of Hell,
So that the future should be well
Because they did not count the cost
But battled on when all seemed lost
This empty ragged road shall be
Always a sacred road to me.
Idris Davies (1905-1953)
A couple of weeks ago, many were taken by surprise when in a suburb of Stockholm, the capital of Sweden, hundreds of young people rampaged through the streets in some of the worst rioting the city has seen. For nearly a week, stone-throwing mobs clashed with the Police and, indiscriminately as in all mob violence, attacked public and private institutions, including shops and schools. The clashes were sparked off by the Police shooting dead of a Portuguese immigrant who was apparently wielding a machete in the suburb. The anger was over alleged heavy-handedness by the Police in dealing with crime in immigrant neighbourhoods.
Rajapaksa and the de facto CJ
