Slam against Genocide (Pakistan)

(poems go here) I am not an emotional person. In these last few months I have started to feel things I have been unaware of my entire life. I have never felt so close to death, so far away from redemption. I have never felt such guilt knawing at my interiors. I have never felt such burdening from the screams of other innocent lives. I have never felt pain that did not belong to me. I have always cared about the well being of people, but I have never understood what a massacre felt like. Here I stand, accompanied by millions, attempting to raise a voice against genocide. Here I stand, alone, attempting to raise a voice against injustice. Where are the activists and the good doers. Where are the people who can help Tired and weary, I see my land turn into a new Rwanda with stories of blood mixed with sand. Is this what progress is? Is this what civilization means? I am not alone. But I am feeling helpless. I am not giving up. But I am feeling lonely. When I wake up in such deep regrets I can hardly contain myself It is so hard to live in such a cruel world It is so unmanageable to live with such guilt And if only I could change the world