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Words by Martin Aliga
A Voice for Jersey
Original poems written by Martin Aliga — a campaign poem for Jersey 2026, and a reflection on faith, heritage and the island he calls home.
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Martin in Song
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Campaign Poem
Children Listen Say & Understand
My daddy tells me stories of ten thousand voices strong, Of how he fought for fairness and against a bitter wrong. He’s always been our family’s rock, as one who truly cares, And now he wants to help our home and answer all your prayers.
He sees the families leaving here because the costs are high, He sees the struggle for a home beneath our Jersey sky. To him, you’re not a number or a chart upon a page, You’re neighbours and you’re families—he understands your stage.
Because he fights for us, he’s ready for this cause. Homes for every family now, without the long-term pause. Security for workers’ pay so staying is a choice. Empowering the island’s youth to find a stronger voice.
With grit and heart and steady hands, he’ll be your active guide, To shape our future all together, with nothing left to hide. We believe in our daddy because of everything he’s done, To keep our Jersey resilient, with the victory we’ve won.
By Martin Aliga
Reflection Poem
Beyond the Digital Noise
We turn our eyes to ancient ways, To guide us through these modern days. Though life has changed and costs are high, God’s wisdom is our best supply.
Upon the rock where Helier prayed, The island’s first true light was laid. The hermit’s cell, the martyr’s grace, Still blesses every street and space.
We face a world of screens and greed, Where ancient truths are what we need. To heal the mind and house the poor, And open wide the Spirit’s door.
From Gorey’s height to St. Helier’s spire, We tend the old and sacred fire. Within the Town Church, thick and strong, Faith echoes in our island song.
With parents leading girls and boys, Beyond the reach of digital noise. With duty, strength, and steady pace, They’ll lead this Island’s future race.
