Like an oasis on a dry desert NSC is for us the refuge of the refugees
This poem was written and dedicated by Pierre Arthur Laure on April 20th, 2018.
NSC the Banner of hope
In a world where conflict and war give birth to calamities
Mankind selfishness and wickedness create Chaos all over the town
The city, the country, the region even the whole continent
When Men and women, toddlers and children have not asked
More than to live in peace and enjoy life to the fullest
When we are exploited, Sold as drudge, treated like Slave
We doubt, we question ourselves and others, we scare to death
for our lives; we cry for help, It is like crying in the desert
It is navigate during the night on a troubled sea with a boat without compass
It seems there is no body there or they are simply deaf !
The situation seems hopeless... until, finally; we hear NSC's voice from far away
This is the first step of the Healing pathway. It is so refreshing!
NSC holds our shaking hands to lead us to a welcome and secure environment
Whether we're black, yellow white and green we are treated with respect and dignity
NSC helps us rediscover or experience that peace we've been looking for
And a haven in this troubling world.
We pray God for the people who are supporting NSC because we know
Without you, NSC would be a simple, cold acronym that wouldn’t have had
Any meaning for us all. Thank you a billion times because
You give us our smiles back without even knowing it. You give us the hope back
Thank you again for being this light when we were in the dark.
Because of NSC our future also our family's future is bright.