A third rough draft of this poem… I still feel like I could improve it but I wanted to share it with you all. Give me your feedback on it, please 🙂
We watch on our televisions
The horror, the blood and the weeping citizens
In war-torn countries.
We hear every day of bombings
Killing innocent civilians.
Mindlessly, we go about our day,
Taking our safety for granted.
We always say:
“I hope it doesn’t happen here.”
But little do we realise
The measures taken to preserve this safety.
Perfunctorily we pray, thanking for our food
While thousands fervently pray for a bread scrap.
We go about throwing useless words
Hoping to make those in need feel better,
“We think of you.”
“We will help.”
We’re too busy, too content with our freedom
To reach out of our bed of roses;
To carry out our apathetic promises.
We assume we will wake each morning
We also expect our loved ones to.
Though millions go to sleep wondering:
‘Will this be my last day?’
‘Will this be the last time my loved one will close their eyes?’
We are too unduly caught up in our lives
To comprehend what we see on our television
Is reality for most.