Statistics

We are all a statistic...

The wolves are at our doors, they are growling and snarling, biting at our heels. We don't notice we're too busy living our lives ...

Off in the distance a child cries as his mother beats him while his father smokes crack and looses touch with a reality he can't face.
The child is six  under- nourished with quite big brown eyes that keep a look of constant terror. His only crime , being born. What shall become of this little boy so alone , hopeless , friendless.  Who cares about another black child from the inner city ? Who cares about his mother herself a victim of abuse. Who cares of his father lost in depression and despair. His only love.. the dirty  white chunks of  cocaine he smokes from a pipe he stole at the tobacco store when the clerk wasn't looking . Who cares? Who ?

A few  statistic's.

Across town a young girl sits in her room surrounded by her lavish possessions staring at the ceiling . Wishing her mother would give her a hug and say, " I love you."
Her mother is the head of the annual country club fund raiser. Appearances are important to her.
Her daughter is an embarrassment.
Her daughter has bulimia.
Her daughter cuts her skin to feel.
Just to feel something , she has never felt love she has everything but love.
Who cares about another rich white girl who cuts herself to feel. Who?
Who cares about an affluent  white woman who's idea of success is measured by status and appearances .
She grew up in a loveless home wearing her sister's hand me down's now she gives her Ralph Lauren and Donnatelli to the local Salvation Army.
Who cares about this woman ? A woman who never knew anything but struggles in life .
In her warped thinking she thinks possessions  and social status  equal love .
Who cares?

Another statistic.

In a small suburb in middle America a young boy of sixteen is about smoke  his first hit of crystal  meth. His mom and dad smoke marijuana with him , so its cool . So at the urging of his friends he takes that first hit and is forever chasing that feeling lost in a world of paranoia and destruction . Who cares about another meth -addcit whose parents are too busy getting high to notice their son is nothing but bones, anger and nerves with track marks on his thin arms. Who cares?

Another statistic.

Across the sea in a city called Baghdad a young woman of twenty-four looks at a photograph of her child.
She joined the Army to make a better life for her only child. She didn't want her child to struggle and wear hand me downs and eat lunch with the free lunch passes that always embarrassed her as she handed the card to the woman with downcast eyes. The food always tasted bitter. She could barely swallow it.
So to the Army she went when she graduated because she couldn't afford college and no one would give her a student loan. Her baby was a year old when she graduated . Now she sets in a strange land with sand blowing around her blurring her already blurred teary  vision as she hears gunfire in the near distance , a tear fall's on the picture of the babe she so longs to hold close and smell , a fellow soldier fall's to his death.

Who cares about this woman who was only trying to make a better life for her fatherless child? Who cares? Who cares for this babe who misses her mommy every day and doesn't understand why she doesn't come home, who cares?
Who cares about the young man of  twenty - one just married six months dreaming of one day working with his dad in his dad's auto repair shop so he can buy his wife a nice house . Who cares that he lies on foreign soil as his life force seeps into the land's desert sands and he gasps his last breath . Who cares?

A couple of statistics..

In another land far away men sit in secret places and plot against their enemies as they prepare for  Holy War.
America is evil and must fall.
These men have been taught from the day they could say their first word to hate America and all she stood for so hate they do and they do it well and it shows
Who cares about the men and the evil in their hearts? Who cares?

Just statistics .

In a city in America in a house that's white a man sits in the oval office and wonders how and what has happened with a war he conceived  before he ever entered the sacred office. A war he thought would be over and  out in a few months. Does he care ? Does he feel the pain a young wife feels when the man walks to her door in uniform to inform her her husband with the crooked smile and dancing eyes will not be coming home to work with his dad ? Does he feel the pain of the mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and friends and lovers and crack babies and crack w****s and drug addicts  and millionaires and bums and gays , straights ,  black , white , red, yellow , brown , albino , freckled , flawed , perfect , sane , insane.  Does he feel the pain ?
He has a job to do he has an agenda.

The fault lies not with this one man but with all of us . From here to Timbuktu and all points in between. From the people of all the colors of the rainbow , all walks of lives - do we care ? And if we do care what can we do ? We are just one man or one woman. What good is one voice? 

Just another statistic.

The wolves are closing in and the world will never be the same again.

It's just a matter of statistics .

Author's Note

Written awhile back......and lately i have little time for writing and too much going on in my head and life for thinking so another from when i was inspired a little bit.also, i love reading the reviews as everyone has something to add and make me think ..That's why i feature it, love your opinions and thoughts

So we don't have to be just a statistic..unite through writing. words.
Write Senators, Congressmen and women .. unite .. speak your mind and make it heard ..
It is a quarter to doomsday..clock is ticking ...don't hit snooze..right?

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh my Chloe what have you written her, this is really something of monumental magnitude as you reach deep into the soul of humanities current state... as we wrestle with our little problems the world around become a collage of faces but we don't want to put names to them so we can remain ignorant and therefore not feel guilt or shame for not lending a hand... and the government doesn't want to hear our problems unless we got money to donate to there campaign funds... Damn this is really Spectacular!!

[Fabric Pulse]

Oh, too true, it's sad to see the world go downhill so quickly. With it being so truthful in heart rain it's an instant success to get people to listen to your cries.

[Barry S. Maltese]

I once heard a quote (from Star Trek, of all places) - "behind every Revolution is one man with a vision". Behind every trend of change is someone who cared enough to show others what that change could do for them. I care. I know that YOU care. Now we need to spread the trend to others. There will always be those who would take from you JUST because they feel it is their privilege. But once upon a time a little boy grew up in a poor neighborhood, and chose to make something of his life. He chose not to do drugs, or be a criminal to make money. He chose to help others. He is me.
"Our destiny lays not in our starts, but in ourselves". I forgot who said that quote, but we need to be more inspired. We CAN make a difference . . . Just like you, who wrote your great prose here - inspiring others to think - and me to respond. Nice work, my friend.

[Quinn Blackburn]

Exemplary wordcrafting from the title down, truly stellar

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[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Chloe, chills............I was just watching a video from Irag. Listening to what went on over there and what is still going on. I was touched deeply by how you penned the scenario of the teen chasing that high.....oh yes the wolves are at the door and so many of us are too busy to realize it. Too busy with random BS that will make no difference when they blow our houses down..........

[Robin]

almost 7 billion stories that go unheard . I live in a county that rates in the top three of too many "categories" - teenage pregnancy , prison population , low income , unemployment , obesity , education . I used to write , I have sat with assemblywomen , talked with congressmen, attended city council meetings , and served on advisory boards - its a dog and pony show seriously our government does not care ... the clock is ticking

[Ladysue]

your voice is very powerful here Chloe, this brought a tear to my eyes...sad, but so true...love how you interject statistics in throughout here...adds to the callousness of what is happening in the piece... your ending is brilliant...this is an amazing piece of writing...

[Keith P. Farrell]

very powerful and moving.

[♥(heatherawesome..]

this is so awesome and i love it and maby you should do more and i cant believe you did it a while ago and i think you did it like 2-3 days ago and i still love it and it is awesome and you did an awesome and a really good job let me know if you need any other reviews and still love it and lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol

[The Analog Kid]

Thanks for the exquisite humanistic descriptions. A very cool way to make your point. It seems we need to find a healthy balance of helping the unfortunate people HERE without creating a dependant class. In world affairs, I think we need more fortitude, yet less intervention. Love the wolves theme...I think I might use it in the future:) ...And I do think we are in the end times....Thanks so much for the write.