Perspective

Another Monday morning,

Undiscerning routines,

And this ceiling, leaves me feeling,

In need of dopamine.

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So I depart my bedroom,

Exhumed by corporate greed,

Damn! Out of beans, no more caffeine,

Ugh! My life sucks, indeed.

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Then I sit, for a bit, and I have to admit,

There are worse problems than, lack of java.

Imagine, living in, a nightmare, in despair,

Imagine, living in, fucking Gaza.

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Where do I live? In a house,

Safe from bombs, safe from guns,

Where do I live? With my spouse,

And my kids, my loved ones.

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Another Gazan child killed,

Blood instilled in the sand,

Their families huddled in rubble,

Or buried by their hands.

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Victims of gruesome war crimes,

Made paradigms through fear,

Emaciated, dehydrated,

Ignored year after year.

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So I cry, dry my eyes, hug my son, who's nearby,

Thanking God, we don't live, there in Gaza.