Whether a mile or two,

those far away,

appear out of the blue.

 

They appear in my mind,

but what I see is not human,

rather a feeling unfortunately assigned.

 

Struggle against the regimen,

intended to keep people safe.

 

Struggle against one another,

for bloodshed, this is not the place.

 

The struggle of others,

my sisters and brothers,

creates passion surely guaranteed.

 

Passion blooms inside,

enough for all described,

for all have worries often unseen,

but most of all unforeseen.

 

Let this be a sign,

to open your eyes.

For the troubles in yours or mine,

are little compared to other's lives.