A cry i cant seem to hear

North east of ma 'censtor's land
rhyming to the beats of a world gone wrong
weeps a cry i cant seem to hear
and i hope to someday spell help
to someday spread aid
in ways never before done
weeps a cry that i cant seem to bear
but i am one, you are two
three,
four,
five...
thousands of billions of us that have eloped
and we never look back
long enough to quit blogging
long enough past the news flashes
long enough to get out there
long enough to get this tear shed
long enough!
to mourn the dead and lost
in Darfur.

And to think that could'a been ma motha
she coulda been your "nana"
and he could'a been the brotha i never had
and they! THey! THEM down there laying dead in them pits!
one'a dem
yeah, might've been the one with four resected digits
the one with one shot to the knee- bled till the eve of the day
the one that lost hope; died under the ghastly bodies
or the one that had a few short flashes of a 8year worth lifetime
the child that never saw it coming...
... till he woke up at the gates...
and maybe there will he get some rest!!!
but it is so damn troubling!
because that child, that there laying lifeless all dismembered in that desert!!!
that one nameless "DOE" of the multitude
that could be me
i could'a been that
and they, they coulda been me
somewhere south Europe, northeast of Tunisia
could'a been the ones blogging
sending an e-nudge to herself disguised as a call to you
to get help to get up to get hopeful enough to get going
or at least, to feel sorry enough
to mourn the dead and lost
to mourn the lives that are yet to die
and the ones that may survive
in Darfur