A Writer's Inadequacies

A car loses control and hits a baby.

Reporters swirl around the dying innocence,

Like vultures around potential demise.

I grab my pen and write,

I grab my laptop and type,

I grab my phone and tweet

#SaveBabyDee

 

All I do is write.

Am I a human being,

Who sees, hears, smells and lives through tragedy as all,

Or am I a robot whose first instinct,

Upon witnessing all that shouldn't be,

Is to reduce it to its prescribed form?

 

Should I do more?

Does my pen adequatly reflect my care?

My concern?

#SaveBabyDee

#BringBackOurGirls

#BlackLivesMatter

In these issues, do my pen matter?

Or is the tragedy the sword,

That puts my pen to shame?

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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