crisis contest

The pain of others crying

In places long forgotten

Because a new crisis became the focus.

These cries hurt me but apparently no one else.

We as a country focus on the worst crisis possible

And help,

But only until another one comes along,

And then we act like the old crisis

Does not exist anymore.

“This is so fucked up”

I scream

But they can’t hear me,

They are too busy

Focusing on the war in iraq,

But wait news flash,

Now it’s Haiti,

Then Chile

How degrading it must be

To lose out on the wrold crisis contest.

But these contestants did not volunteer

Mother earth put them there.

However, she did not intend to leave them in the dust,

Broken,

Because it just happened.

A complete coincidence

That 33 chilean miners got stuck underground

Right after the earthquake in Haiti.

However, we must take blame

For abandoning Haiti

Just because chile screamed louder.

I guess this is the universe

Giving a personal “fuck you”

To the losing contestants

But they can’t hear

Because of the shrieking of those still in pain

Who are realizing there are no winners in this game

Only survivors.