Oh for God sake African babies are dying like animals and what are we doing about it?

Today I watched a room full of college teachers male and female alike break down and cry openly in front of each other as they viewed the YouTube clip 'A child dies every 6 minutes in Somalia'. Some held their hands over their mouths in an attempt to stem the flow of anguished silent weeping. Others stood rock still in shock trying to reconcile what they were seeing; no these were not small animals writhing around on the ground too weak to crawl let alone walk. These were real human babies. Although in this case even though they looked like babies, some of them were nearly 7 years of age. Their little bodies withered by starvation; their limbs resembling the twigs of a tree. One of the aid workers bent down to stroke the back of one of these dying babies and looked up into the camera with such a wealth of helpless longing knowing it was too late to save these precious children. For whatever reasons, these children had long since been abandoned. I don't know how long this particular group of children lay in the dirt or how long their suffering lasted. I wondered how painful starvation is, or how conscious these children were at the time of the filming. When the camera focused on their beautiful brown eyes they seemed vacant and unaware of what was going on around them. Perhaps I just wanted to believe that they were unaware of what was going on and therefore I could console myself with the illusion that their half unconscious state rendered their suffering less painful. At the time of watching this video there is no doubt that every teacher was deeply affected. We were horrified by the images we saw. A deep pit of sickness settled in my stomach like a brick and I literally wanted to reach across, and like magic grab one of those babies and hold it in my arms; I wanted to do something; I wanted to save these babies. But instead the brick in my stomach had become like a slab of concrete weighing me down with the oppressive knowledge that there was very little I could do. I can make my students aware of what is going on. I can appeal to them to spend their hard earned wages on donating to a charity instead of topping up their iTunes account. I can decide to sponsor a child, but at the end of the day this is just a drop in the bucket. I wish with all my heart that this type of suffering didn't exist in my world. I pray to God and ask him how he can allow this type of suffering to exist. How can we call ourselves a civilized society when networks give more airtime to the celebrity wedding of a 'B' grade reality TV star rather than covering the story of Somalian babies dying every 6 minutes. God save us and save our babies!