This is a blog that I wrote for Myspace. I've posted it on my personal Myspace profile, as well as a profile that I created to raise awareness of the Genocide in Darfur (www.myspace.com/peaceindarfur). I intended to write something to get the attention of people whom I felt were not giving this crisis it's due concern, and I think that my emotions may have taken over a little bit. I've decided to post it here... mainly with the same intent: to get the attention of anyone who might take a quick glance at this site (the group profile, or mine), and not get the sense of urgency that we must all have.

What can I do?
I'm just one man

I'd like to make you see
I'd like to make you care
About the ones who've been killed
And the ones who've lost their homes,
Their families,
Their livelihoods

I'd like to make you care
About the women-
Little girls who've been raped
Just to bring them shame
Just to bring them pain

I'd like to make you care
About the children who were burned
Alive… now gone
While their mothers watched
While their fathers watched
In absolute and brutal agony
In complete and total helplessness

Can you fathom that?

I'd like to make you care
About the millions who now run
In fear, they run
For their safety, they run
For their lives, they run
Food is as silver
Water is as gold...
...scarce, and treasured when in supply
They haven't much to keep them going?
Yet they run

From their own lands, they run
From their own peoples, they run
From their own government
Yes! Their own government
The ones who've wrought this pain
They run

And they run

I'd like to make you feel
The shear heartache that I feel
As I ponder all of these things
As I tremble in horror
As I write these very words

I'd like to understand
How anyone can not feel
The sorrow that I feel
That makes one want to scream
That makes one want to cry
That makes one want to stand
That brings the realization of the urgency to act

I'd like to understand
How we can all sit back
And let it all go on
And let it all go on
And it all goes on
And on

I'd like to hold the power
To make you feel what I feel
But my words seem to lack the power
To make you want to shout,
Cry,
Stand,
Act

At times I feel as if it's all a waste of breath
But I remember why I began to speak
For those who die
For those who cry
And I make it my final decision
Yes! My final answer
That I will continue to speak
Until I know that you've tired of hearing me speak
And when I can see that you've tired of hearing me speak
I will continue to speak
Until the day…