It’s late summer and the red death of leaves
flow through the wide city streets.
It welcomes the thick smell of
the October night. And
I try to find faces in the red –
the faces of the children
in the blood that flows from
soldiers fatal wounds,
mother’s last breath,
the bodies that sweep across the ocean
and my television screen –
but soon forget.
It’s late summer and the red death of
the children’s blood flow through
the wide city streets.
But underneath the trembling stars
we soon forget.
We soon forget the child
that washed up on the shore
in a red t-shirt.
We soon forget him because
he doesn’t seem to
matter.
We soon forget because
we learn to like
the taste of empty.
We learn to like not caring.
We learn to like inaction.
We learn to hate the bodies that come across
our t.v screens – but we still
learn to forget.
It’s late summer and the red death of leaves
seem to mix with the children’s blood
that flow through the wide city streets.
But no one seems to care.
The refugee crisis is real, it is happening as we speak. Over five million people have been forced to leave their homes because of extenuating circumstances. But I can count, on one hand, how many people I have heard speaking about the Syrian Refugee Crisis. As society’s in first world countries become more and more advanced and more and more exposed and desensitized to violence, more and more helpless individuals are put at risk. Every time we flip past the 6 o’clock news and just skim the headlines another child falls off the edge of a boat and washes on shore – dead.
We have grown accustomed to the blood that stains our hands and seeps into our shoes.
I understand that the bodies that cross our screen may shock us, but that is the point. The photos are supposed t0 shock us back into reality, but the problem is that we aren’t paying attention. We are just mindlessly scrolling through our endless amount of screens – watching dumb cat videos. Now and again, a photo of a young boy wearing a red t-shirt may cross the screen, but we ignore it. We ignore it because that’s just “old news”.
We have grown accustomed to the blood that stains our hands and seeps into our shoes.
The Refugee Crisis demands attention that is simply ignored. If you care about the future of our globe take the time to read the articles and understand just what’s going on around the world. Awareness is power.
