"Screaming from Hunger"

Niger has nothing to do with me and everything to do with me.

The situation has nothing to do with you,
with your western heritage--
and everything to do with you.


I'm angry. And sickened.
I'm helpless from thinking, thinking, thinking.
Reading.
And never taking action.

There's a soft spot in the center of my mind,
like in the middle of a stale piece of bread,
that is simply too alive, for I can picture
every child and mother in that tent with their wrist bands,
waiting to die.

I have no clue what the first step might be--
and I mean an honest step, not a gesture,
and I don't know why I might not take it,
even if it was suddenly revealed . . . . . .