…And the children keep on crying.
…And the children keep on starving.
…And the children keep on dying.
…And the world keeps turning round
as if nothing is happening.
For the last six days, I’ve been waking up extremely angry.
Angry that children are crying.
Angry that children are starving.
So, so angry that so many
sacred lives are lost
to violence, illness, and neglect.
I tried to find solutions
as long as the sun was up on Monday
and on Tuesday
and on Wednesday
and on Thursday
and on Friday
But every time, I ran into
and ego fights.
Every single time, I got hung up on
Every night, I fell to my knees and wept.
Wept and wept and wept.
My heart had been broken,
broken for the children.
And so I prayed, each night:
Please, make me an instrument of
Life cannot be compromised.
Love cannot be diluted.
And I cannot give up.
It’s time to fight.
It’s time to fight all false facades,
all tragic injustices,
all unkept promises.
And so I’m rolling up my sleeves to
write my own script
love every day
and in every way
that I can.