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At the age of 20, Jay has sought out to verbally and orally express her most inner thoughts. Topics of cultural pride and social injustice harbor at the root of her soul and emerge as powerful words that create powerful stories. She has yet to experience and know it all and she has accepted this fact; choosing to absorb the intellect of others before her. Currently, she attends a diverse university in Miami, Florida and hopes to finish college in a year. "Once a teacher asked me to think of ONE word that describes who I am...I chose to use the word INDIAN because I consider myself to be West Indian and Native American. To deny my culture is to deny the epitome of who I truly am and what I truly stand for."
Showing posts with label crisis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crisis. Show all posts

Thursday, March 08, 2007

D.A.R.F.U.R Crisis

D.A.R.F.U.R.


Darkened skies cover dead bodies
Spread across the reddened clay.
Children here know no sense of hope,
and lying distant…is a brighter day.
Government utters silence,
choosing to speak from the barrel of a gun.
Robbing families, raping women,
killing off infants and the innocent whose corpses decompose underneath the sizzling sun.

Anti-genocide, anti-war;
My fists clench as I choose not to witness this anymore.
Poverty and apartheid –the history of this “Motherland”.
We’ve placed our own selfishness ahead of Sudan.
Have we become supporters or culprits in the cause;
We’d prefer indifference and no action by placing reality on “PAUSE”.


Revolutionaries are created by their fascist governments,
seeking justice and change in humanity.
Their only crime: being victims of frequent brutality.
So let us shut our eyes!
Let us weep for them from a distance,
across the Atlantic.
Let us pity them and pretend to comprehend their plight;
Because we will do anything “convenient” as long as we aren’t called to fight.




Frown upon hungry sufferers who know no better.
Mock everything they stand for.
It’s so hard to care,
yet easier to ignore.
Bounded hands bleed profusely,
coloring the scene crimson
Dare to look into alerted eyes of those dead souls
filled with disdain, revenge, and turmoil.
Bury these slaughtered bodies deep below the worn soil.

Unite the scattered limbs –that’s the least we can do.
Protect this land of resource; give them spiritual life anew.
Stop the recruitment of child soldiers who welcome inevitable death.
How we salvage humanity before there is nothing left?

Reality shows itself during a crisis like this.
Our true feelings are given light as we instantly “dismiss
unwanted truths and apparent faults.
Less words signify defense as we all hide behind routine lifestyles of pride.
To forget is to be neutral when really,
we have increased the instances of genocide.


Credits:
photo 1 courtesy of www.usafricaonline.com
photo 2 courtesy of www.interfaithnews.net
photo 3 courtesy of http://ec.europa.eu
photo 4 courtesy of www.villagevoice.com