Oppressed

The morning paper greets your eyes

The miserable image breaks more than your heart

Your trust and belief in human nature

Shaken yet again, questioning what we really are?

An emaciated child clutching a packet of biscuits

A situation where care givers turn oppressors

Nothing matters, neither life nor basic self respect

What can heal these innocent souls, who survived this curse

We complain about kids who refuse to eat

Food lacking in taste to be disposed away freely

All the while, there exists a dark hungry world

Where even basic food is a luxury

This will be another sorry tale, life will go on

We will shake our heads and hope they rise out of their living hell

But while we count our own blessings, let us also try

That some of those blessings pass their way as well..