Have We Lived?
Have We Lived?
The blank faces, tear stained faces, the distant faces
All within a few short paces
Walking, swimming, running on
Insignificant like some worthless pawn
I watch them in the news each day
Thinking where exactly have they got to stay?
Struggling from day until night
Grasping at only moments of respite
Living through terrors and nightmares
They look at their lost ones with simply blank stares
Somalia, Syria, Afghanistan
Refugees scattering like water in a frying pan
I can only sit and look at the tele
Guiltily feeling the bulge of my belly
It is only now that I understand
The ease of the life in my hand
Lazy, teenage, boorish, disgrace
Life can never be lived in the same horrid pace