A Congolese Refugee Mother
Why won’t she smile? When the others chatter, she remains somber.
Her eyes reveal the misery of a life shattered.
When you look into those eyes, pain is lurking beneath the surface.
She will never escape the past, she knows full well.
But as for you, you possess the luxury to rush through grim details:
An African tragedy, 9 million lives lost.
But what about her- the one with downcast eyes who knows loss unimaginable?
You turn your face away and drift past her scars;
You envision carrying the weight of Africa’s agony on your shoulders.
The burden is too heavy so you abandon the load.
Your American apathy
Ignoring her tragedy
Is the slaughter she could not bear.