The children are starving.
Can you see their bones?
No, I cannot.
Then how do you know?
Their hearts are beating slowly.
Can you hear their hearts?
No, I cannot.
Then how do you know?
Tears are dripping from their eyes.
Can you see their tears?
No, I cannot.
Then how do you know?
But the children are starving!
Can you see them?
No, I cannot.
Then how do you know?
Author notes
We are here in Canada, while the starving children are far away and we think that this rectifies us when we do nothing.
A contest entry
- but... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 28, 2008, 11 entries
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Ah..what a touching piece you developed here bringing a depth to the subject..thanks for sharing it my friend....
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