What do you do when the world is in flames?
Do you sit there and cry or do you run for your life?
When the winds pick up
Not from Mother Nature herself
But the planes that circle above your head,
Planning your death as you sleep in your bed.
What do you do when your brother’s been killed?
Do you run to help him or save yourself instead?
When the men with big guns
Direct them straight to your heart
And you cannot recall
A time when fear wasn’t your only friend.
What do you do when there is nothing to do?
When the world is in flames,
And it is not your brother being killed,
But it is still someone’s,
And my prayers cannot save millions
Nor can my words stir millions,
So long lives this regret.
What can you do
With just one text,
One post,
One donation,
One conversation?
With this regret
Do you accept the uncomfortability with grace?
Your prayer may not save millions
Nor can your words make everyone care,
But perhaps that small thing
Is still something,
And the regret may reign
In revolution.
