Overwhelmed. This is simply how I am feeling. Lost. Confused. Compassion. Frustration. Anger. I just do not know where to even begin. My mind is full. Mental constipatoin. Thoughts bouncing from wall to wall, I simply do not know how to sort them out. People: my heart breaks. I am in yet another country raviaged by genocide that took place not that long ago: the 90s. It did not have to happen, but it did. It all could have been avoided, but it was not. You see, men from Belguim came in dividing the people up into two distinct tribes: Tutsi and Hutu. Why in the heck do they have the right to do this? What gives them the power? Was it because they were white?
Ugh, I am sick and tired of this! People were massacured because of what some Belgium people said. Who gave them the authority? I am tired of white people thinking they have some almighty power. I am sick of white’s thinking they can rule with an iron fist. GET OVER YOURSELF!! I am tired of genocide, racisim, and ethnic cleansing. I am sick of walking streets where innocent blood was shed.
I am tired of oppression. I am sick of injustice. I am tired of millions of innocent people being hacked to pieces for being who God created them to be. I am sick of children watching their parents being desecrated, siblings being smashed against objects. I am tired of men looking at women as objects, as slabs of meat. I am sick of all the repetitive rapes.
I am tired of children being sold into prostitution, of three year olds being violated. I am sick of children being brainwashed into being child soldiers. I am tired of innocence being stolen. I am sick of people thinking they are superior to others. What gives them the right? I am tired of all the emotional scares. I am sick of all the wounds and pain that could have been avoided. Where is the love? Most of all, I am just sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Heartache. Exhaustion. I am simply frustrated. Frustrated at the ones committing these acts. Frustrated because they are hurting. They are lacking something very vital: LOVE. They are missing the love of a Father. Call me crazy, but I agree with Paul when he says that LOVE CONQUERS ALL. These people simply need love. They need to know they are loved. Papa loves these people just as much as He loves you and me. My heartache for these people is only a blimp of how his heart feels. Love simply needs to be put into action.
