S.O.S
Sunday, May 13, 2007 0 comments

We always say that we shouldnt have been born. Complain that the moon's down, the tide's rising, the sun's burning, wrong color shirts, smelly armpits.

And extremely ironically, we are talking about the poor in other countries, about how we should give them a hand, help someone along the way, think less of ourselves and give more.

what hypocrites we are. talking about these things, acting like whitewashed tombs, the man in shining armor, the minister on the pulpit, the guy with the flaming torch.

And what does words, saying "how fortunate we are" actually amount to anything when we do absolutely nothing about it? nothing to help someone along the way? posing as ushers, telling people the way, but not truly knowing it.

Rehearsed lines in shows, fake celebrity efforts which purpose is inviting cameras, encouraging articles, rousing respect. The most common line from politician speaking "giving poor increased aid", comes a uber massive, immense, never-before-seen, history-making, once-in-the-world's-time, ever-so-rehearsed, for-the-experienced-ever-so-expected, oh-so-tangible three percent of monetary and social aid combined.

whoa. and what flashes on the headlines are "up to 33% increased aid to the poor". When its only 5% of the poor recieving 33% of the benefit. $8 more a month for a crippled old chap, $20 more a month for a widow struggling in her own 1-room, fighting every night to see the sun rise the next morning.

And we, the night is our play, computer, sex, thinking, talking, hours on the tv, giving our maids the stuff to do. And we complain that "we don't have enough time".

"I became a savior to some kids I'll never meet
Sent a check in the mail to buy them something to eat
What will you do to make a difference, to make a change?
What will you do to help someone along the way?

Just a touch, a smile as you turn the other cheek
Pray for your enemies, humble yourself, love's staring back at me
In the midst of the most painful faces
Angels show up in the strangest of places"

Looking for angels
Comatose
Skillet

what would we do to help someone along the way?

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