sometimes i forget
how lucky i am
i'm not buried under rocks trying to get out
i'm not suffocating on acrid fumes
i'm not watching my family die because of a horrendeous earthquake
i'm not dying because of malnutrition
i'm not being beaten or raped
i'm not wary of what the next day will bring
death life or another chance to wait
when i read headlines
i'm shocked and amazed
but it doesn't touch me
what touches me is when my next door neighbour
was raped and killed
because it's close to home
when it's far away
it's hard to imagine
it happening to me
hard to imagine my family dying
my friends abused
my friends starving
but then i think
about what i'm forgetting...
"whatever you do to the least of these you do to me"
he supposed to be my best friend
and i'm letting him
i'm not helping while he's being beaten
i'm not giving him my shirt when he's naked
i take my meal and finish half
and throw away the leftovers
while people here, and across the world
scrape the dirt for a beetle
that might prove nutritious
i'm sorry Lord for the way i've been
i'm so sorry for turning my back on you
i'm sorry for glaring at you when you asked for money
i'm sorry
