"The baby not ready for light or air or germs or loud raping men in uniforms.
The umbilical cord still dangling, still attached to the mother bleeding all over the
Congolese soil, the mother whose baby was severed from the cord and then tossed
in the air like a ball by soldiers, the baby too embryonic to indicate pain,
unable to cry or scream out, in front of the women,
whose babies had already been taken or murdered or strangled or dropped in the forest.
Then the soldiers tossing the baby into a boiling pot, one of them with a knife, jabbing at the boiling
flesh, raising it from the pot and shoving it at the women, scorching their mouths.
Eat the baby or die. Eat the baby of have your head blown off.."
{Excerpt from "In the Body of the World" by Eve Ensler}
A reminder to all of us in the western world
that fill our lives with pettiness and empty noise.
May we remember those around the world,
whom live outside of our precious little bubble
and choose to live our lives for causes greater than ourselves.
peace. love. joy.
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