Blood from a thousand crimson fighters
Floods the dusty streets, staining tank wheels,
Mixed in with the spit of the militia.
We press the "sign petiton" button,
Sharing and ordering others to "look, feel"
For those people whose brains are scattered
In a nation they keep attempting to heal.
Over there, a mother watches her baby's fingertips
Turn from deep, flushed rose to the chillest blue.
So our profile pictures change that way too,
While we mutter "Jesus, what a shame" and scroll on.
How we contribute to their salvation!
Thirty seconds, and thoughts and prayers are gone.
And when, morosely, they flash the white flag
Of bitter, tear-caked, heavy-borne surrender
As will certainly happen (optimism can't counteract child ****)
We will pick up our phones and idly say,
"Hey, this other country's got a crisis too."
And act as though their torture is over-
But for now let's #PaintSudanBlue.
I'm not saying it isn't important to put pressure on the UN to investigate the crisis going on and of course donating to a petition is incredible of people to do and we cannot expect miracles from everyone who reads about this. But the notion that changing your profile picture "For Sudan's sake" will change anything is a ridiculous one. I hate the idea of anybody feeling better about themselves or the crisis because they made three clicks to alter their instagram icon. We should be sobbing for these people, lobbying the UN, the government, and other authorities to act now. A petition is a good start but it isn't anywhere near enough. I really wish we weren't all so helpless over here; personally, I can't even donate because I'm not of age. The response just seems a little pathetic and I'm so, so angry at the injustice happening over there (which is why this poem isn't amazing, I didn't have time to craft rage thoughts into something pretty). Sorry for the rant.