Monday

I Blink

I blink.

And as my eyelashes embrace The world changes.

One more child is ruthlessly beaten.

One more wife is abused shamelessly.

Another child is born into a home That can never support it.

Another dies from utterly severe Starvation in Africa.

One more mother cries because she knows That without food, her baby will die.

One more girl is raped And killed in a local slum.

One more crime is committed Without just punishment.

One more baby girl is given up in Asia Because her family does not want her.

Ten more soldiers are murdered in what America knows is an unjust war.

One more man is slaughtered while unfalteringly Fighting for his dignity.

One thousand more tears splash down Into the abundant sea of sorrow and regret.

One million more hearts are shattered and Neglected without a second glance.

Countless backs stabbed and Left to bleed in humiliation.

Another pair of eyes blink in front of a TV set. They belong to the person who does not

hear the screams, Feel the pain.

A person who can never learn to care. They blink passively as if a single blink does not

matter.

The world can change in the blink of an eye.

But some things, Some things will never change.