there are too many praying mothers
and I can feel their worried concerns
as they go up to heaven for a reply.
are we able to give them some relief
through the choices we make
here on the ground?
being powerless in a situation
sparks more fear and calling out
to the ether is of no help.
imagine it has happened to you
and you are without your lifelines
and there are no easy answers
because saving yourself seems impossible.
in these darkest of days
what is our responsibility
to one another?
and what can we actually do
to change the situation happening
in every daunting moment?
I have not found the answers to these questions
but I feel pulled into the abyss of sorrow
and need to act.
can someone save us from ourselves?
are we doing this to one another
out of love? I don’t think so.
differences seem to be
at the core of the problem
for those who dream of the world
without so much variety and spice
but what they don’t understand
is their own vulnerability
and how their actions
will come to haunt them in the end.