I try to imagine the darkeness

The hunger

The despair

But I can’t

I’m not there

Is there acceptance of death

Is there comfort from others?

Is there anger?

Such stark contrast from this bright spring day

Food on my plate and family not far away

Does love hold you tight as you slip away?

We must fight for their freedom

We must hope for an end

We must do what we can

It could be you my friend