Have you ever wondered what happens
when hope disappears?
Whose eyes ache from the fatigue
of one too many tears?
Have you really and truly considered,
or do you find it to be a joke?
Those backs concaved and weary,
from one too many yokes?
Has it even occurred for a minute?
Do you at all recognize?
The cruel hand that paints the darkness
under heavy-lidded eyes?
Does it bother you at all?
Does it ever disturb your slumber?
That millions of tiny bellies
are being besieged by hunger?
And are you drowning as well?
Or are you immune all the time?
To the raging waters that douse the flames
of a ripe and brilliant mind?
Or are you blissfully unaware
of the acts done in your name?
Do you sit comfy and unbothered,
as the world is set aflame?
Maybe hope has never left you
and for this, you'll claim you're blessed.
Well if there's a god by the name of Privilege,
then I'd say you are correct.
But beware the traps you set,
because one day you'll wish you cared.
There is no true place to hide
when all the world's ensnared.