I got on a plane a few years ago to find suffering and found instead, joy.
I expected to find darkness and found only light.
I arrived there to give help but received it instead.
I expected to find only poverty and found immeasurable wealth.
I went to affect change, and was affected.
I came home and struggled to explain what I know, and failed.
I wonder why it took so many lives lost to get our attention?
I think people are listening now, but for how long?
I want to scream and shout and cry and hold a small blood-stained hand.
I beg God for mercy, healing, and forgiveness for I am "blan."
Hear my prayer and tell me what to do...
Please, ease their pain.