December 14th, 2012

Breaking my heart

Dept. of sorrow

 Children are dead 
They die everywhere. Of famine. From overwork. From neglect. They hunger, and no one feeds them. They cower, but can't dodge the blows. They are afraid, they look for comfort, and are rewarded with their worst nightmares.  And it has no borders, no language, no deference, this evil. It crosses oceans and climbs through windows, and seats itself in the hearts of men and women, in our hearts. We watch and children die.

I am sometimes ashamed to be a human.
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