failing words

My words fail me in what i want to say, what i want to scream.
Do we not see? Can we not hear?
The voices of the children from all over the world cry out
in hunger, in anguish, in fear.
And what is it that we do?
Buy another car, another house, go grocery shopping, throwing out the old food to replace with freshness.

What the hell am I doing? Nothing. I long to give, to help and yet I talk with no action. I talk to tell others, to promote them to doing. My doing will be in the future. But maybe my doing should start now.

My words fail me. They don't give justice to what I want to say. Eventually it will come-- in action, in emotion, in love.