The following is a poem reblogged from one of my favorite blogs here on WordPress. The author always has something to probe your imagination or prick your heart. Please visit her blog, you won’t be disappointed:)
Someone’s dreams are pulverised
The suckling robbed of toothless smiles
Molested and badly brutalised
A pool of anguish in their eyes
So why do we howl about minor glitches
When a wound somewhere is too wide for stitches?
someone’s taking a last gulp of life
Misery vacuums an unborn, despised
Family planning mishaps, surmised
As tympanum echo with muted replies
So why do we pine over the price of oil
When a soul somewhere won’t even go a mile?
someone’s plunging to their demise
A livelihood ransacked by lies
Hearts ripped and discarded like old auto parts
Taste buds drool with bittersweet retorts
So why do we mope over an ingrate who left
When a home somewhere is ravaged by distress?
Somewhere, somehow, someone needs our help
So why should we become so obsessed with self?