Pain

How mean are we?

I can see

So stricken in small issues

In spite we can glee

We have a lot to appreciate

But we chose to depreciate

We are safe at our home

And those fighters can’t even feel warm

We can compare

But we put ourselves in despair

We either have a home

A family, food and not a cracked bone

We should respect what we have

Rather than crying what we lack

There are millions ones wounded than us

We literally have scratches

There is suffering in world not even imagined by us…!!!

Dynamic Dust