The Danger of Change
People look at warzones
Like they have just seen Lucifer
Descend from the sky
Blood
Enemies
And brutality
Scattering amongst each footstep he takes
Leaving in a tornado of disaster
And destruction
When I look at warzones I see hope
Leaking through the cracks
In the walls of homes
And the cracks in the dry desert streets
Seeping into the eyes of the people
As they recover from the mess they are engulfed in
I see a place where people are suffering
Tears splashing on blood soaked floors
Where a woman mourns the death of a husband
And the death of a smile
Children starve
Hands held out in desperation
On the sides of streets that will now become their homes
As the rich walk by them unnoticing
Begging for a mother that has been stolen
And a father that no longer cares
Wandering helpless
These children collapse in fields they used to play in
As if the bones
That protrude out of their skin
Have turned to rubber
Unable to support their tiny frame
Any longer
I see a place that I can help
In my own small way
I see a place that my camera
Could be my greatest weapon
Preaching sermons of change
With every subtle click
And flash upon the faces
Of children
And women
And men without homes
Without families
Without smiles
I hear the voices
Singing in a melody of helplessness
From halfway around this doomed rock
We call a planet
I hear calls for my help
Calls for food
For warmth
For vaccination
And I remember
That with one subtle click of my camera
One more photo published
There is one more person
Whose mind is now aware
Of the people who smile
While they sit on the rubble
Of what used to be a home
A home who’s remnants
Now cover the ground
And pieces of fingers and toes scatter
The fields they used to work
These are the things that I see
The things I know I will see
As I dream of the people I will meet
And the stories I will hear
And as I plan my journey
To violent war torn countries
Where even the most miserable person
Still manages a smile as I walk past
Knowing I am there to help in any way I can