Open your eyes, tell me what you see. Do you see what I see? I see the earth filled with trees and many great things. I’m sure you see these too. As I am also sure you have tasted the water which has quenched your thirst many times. As I am also sure that you have listened to the wind blow through the trees. Again, I ask you to open your eyes. I ask more of you, I ask you to open your ears, your mouth, your heart, and your soul. Now, again do you see what I see?
Do you see the dead bodies that hang from the trees? Are you still able to step upon the dirt outside, or sweep it away and not notice the deep crimson color? I wonder whose blood has been soaked up by this land. How and why they died, what the meaning and price of their blood spilt accomplished. I see with haunted eyes as I watch our world grow with vivid colors of green but since you cannot see what I see, I must be color blind. For I also see my peoples scarlet pain.

Now listen. Do you hear what I hear, the wind whistling or the insects chirping? Perhaps you even hear birds singing their beautiful songs. It sounds nice to hear such things I suppose, since I cannot. I only hear the silent screams of help carried by the wind. Sorrowful whispering that caresses our faces with unheard pleas. I know they are the people who need me. As their words are received I have become their hope. The birds the insects join in with their songs hoping we will understand a more audible language, hoping that we will help those who ask for it.
Have you ever taken a cup of water and truly appreciate the burden it carries? Though it now is cleansed and clear this water still holds the liquid life of those who once were. It forever is taken and drunk, and what I taste cannot possibly be understood by you. For what I taste is decay and red dust. Perhaps what you taste is something one must acquire, I do try but no matter what, I know only your thirst may be quenched.

Most of all I ask you to Feel. Do you feel the pounding? The quaking of the earth that visibly remains still. The thundering in your heart like the breaking of a soul? Perhaps again these are things that are unnatural to notice. I do though, and I cannot ignore it so easily with smiles, or laughter. Do you ever stop to think about the sadness that always remains in your hearts? It is those of our people who are about to be lost, it is those of our people about to be slain, or harmed in some way. And I will always acknowledge them. Always notice their existence, simply because I do not have the luxury to see what you see. And if you do all I ask is “Now, what are you going to do about it?”