Look at us in our skin tight jeans
our fashionable jumpers and shirts
Look at us in our warm, multi-bedroom houses
as the rain pour and the wind rages
Look at us eating our bread, and meat and veg
smothered with sauces and spices
So why do you complain?
Too cold, Too warm
Too spicy, Too salty
I’m hungry, I’m thirsty
I don’t like that, I don’t want to
Do you see them in their rags?
The only clothes they own
Do you see them out in the cold
with the weather wearing them down?
Do you see them, all skin and bone?
without food or clean water
“Yes,” you say. “I saw them on TV.”
…But did you really see them?
Scarlett Van Dijk
I love writing poetry in my spare time. I will be posting new poems here as I write them.
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