6 o'clock in the evening,
my tv turns on,
and i get ready to watch,
emotionless robots
telling me of the days destruction.
No interuptions,
but for the occasional commercial
that brings us back to 'reality'.
And, I wonder,
what type of human being,
can show me all of these things,
without getting emotionally involved;
the tv suddenly dissolved and became a miror,
forcing me to look at myself,
and I realized
that i see dead people every night
on my tv screen,
and I'm so desensitized,
that I watch and continue to eat,
and what that says to me,
is that there's a problem;
we've become comfortable
with things that aren't right in our faces.
Nameless, faceless people lie dead,
in the middle of streets with no names,
as war planes fly overhead,
and bloodshed is as common as the sun's rising.
The writing of this piece,
was inspired by a young girl named Samitra,
whose life changed in a matter of seconds;
walking with her family,
"get down" her mother beckoned.
There was a bomb blast.
Her father who walked beside her,
now found his body twisted in the wreckage.
Still alive,
he tries to send her a message,
that he loves her,
which he packages and sends
on his last breath.
It tore her apart
to watch her father's death.
Her mother bloodied and bruised,
picked her up from the rubble
and brought her to safety.
A year later,
they arrived safely,
in this land of mine,
with no friends and no family,
just happy to be alive;
happy to not hear sirens
in the middle of the night;
mom's still nervous,
and fears letting her outside.
She carries a picture of her dad in her backpack.
Every Father's Day,
she's haunted by flashbacks;
unable to hold the tears back;
they flow like blood in the war torn streets
that she's left.
We've got to realize,
that we all connect
like computers in a LAN.
There are many like Samitra in our land,
all with horrifying stories
that i wish they never had to live through;
young boys,
who packed their childhood into chambers,
becoming soldiers,
fighting for causes they aren't old enough to understand;
young girls,
prisoners in their homes,
because the streets aren't safe,
and we say,
what's wrong with those people over there,
but, what's wrong with us here?
you see,
they're just trying to survive;
trying to live life;
trying to get by
and deal with the terror and burdens
that they have to handle.
They live the reality,
while we have the luxury
to change the channel.
(Dwayne Morgan)
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social lines and call it “Edutainment” you get more interest and then more opportunity to engage young people in critical thinking and discussion who otherwise might not see themselves as being the type of people who have those conversations”.
inspiring youth to become more civically engaged, “Something special was exchanged between staff and students with the performers. Students were moved emotionally and inspired to be an active person in our society,” states a teacher from Dante Aligheri Academy in Toronto. Media response has also been supportive, with various media outlets covering the work and praising its approach as “creative, relevant, practical and inspiring” (CFRB Radio).
