I sit in front of the TV, dinner in front of me,
The little face with hollow eyes looking back at me,
Tears streak down the dust caked cheeks
As flies buzz around this innocent's hungry mouth
My fork stands idle as I choke back the nausea
Of the injustice of it all
Here I sit, fork in hand ashamed that I have
And this child has not
Persecuted because he believes in Him
Starved because he will not submit
To the will of his tormentors
Oh Lord! I cry, "What can I do?"
"I am only one! What can one alone do?"
And then He speaks to my heart
"If not you, then who?"