Stuffed onto rustic rafts and makeshift boats.
Some survive; others die.
A collective, desperate escape.
Escape from what?
When humans endure stress, put upon them by other humans, they cope in so many ways. Some absorb, quietly, their bodies soon succumbing to disease. Others lash out, becoming chronically angry and isolating themselves from others by their behavior.
But, when entire societies endure stress, sometimes they take the final step: they run.
When we see whole extended families, grasping for their very lives to get away from impossible conditions, do we not stop, and ask ourselves: How are we not lower than chickens, who peck at their weak?
When will the people of the Earth stop trying to destroy their own kind?
Will it be when they finally realize that this is what they are doing?
© Ruth Ann Scanzillo
9/6/15 Thank you. Sharing only upon request.