J's Musings

I think about the children dying in Gaza,

Then I scroll away.

To a post about some sneaker I’ve had my eyes on,

It occurs to me they don’t have wishes like these,

They cannot fathom it.

Being allowed to live is their only wish.

Their eyelashes fly away, 

with dreams of freedom and tomorrow,

To not have their innocence sold to wealthy bastards.

There are children dying in Gaza,

they are screaming. 

The noise reverberates on my gold studded ears.

Am I deaf?

(or just ignorant?)

They are not planning their futures,

it may never come.

My art is a privilege,

I hate my government,

because I can.

I have a voice,

they do not.

Can I scream for hundreds,

Is it possible to bleed for thousands?

by Janhavi