The world crumbles before me
as the murdered call out
for vengence
and the starving Ethiopian cries out
for even a crust of bread
a girl cringes in the corner
of her dark room
terrified of the sound
of her father's voice
for her the night can't seem to end!

The hollow empty shells
looking for something
to give meaning to
their empty lives

But words come easy
to me
Great poetic disertations
and moving images
flow freely
but these
can't feed the starving
or avenge the dying
or give meaning to
the lifeless

Have I become the very thing
I hate?
Waiting for change
but sitting here doing nothing
I feel paralyzed
the dream is in my mind
but my body can not complete it
for lack of understanding

What a tragic thing
if all are like me!