I don’t have to wake up every morning in a warzone, but I know of a man who shot and killed a doctor in cold blood because the far right media and extremist told him that the man he killed was a “baby killer”.
I don’t eat breakfast in a world where I have to worry about how clean my water is, but in the place I call home hundreds of peaceful protesters, people who merely wanted to express the beliefs, where knocked down by a fire hose's pressure.
I don’t have to walk 10 miles to school in the freezing rain, but once I git there I am expected to learn in under funded over crowded class rooms because some idiot thought that some children where being left behind.
I don’t play soccer on the border of feuding nations, but when I go to a football game in my very own county I am inundated with the image of a flag that stood solely for the purpose of fighting the nation I pledged allegiance to that morning. And when anyone thinks differently about it then they are told, “That’s the way it has always been, and you should just git over it”
I don’t walk from my car to my house in fear that a bullet will find its way to me, but I know that some solder’s last feeling of comfort was the cool taste of steel on his lips. PTSD they call it, or “shell shock”, when the truth is that it is the death of a hero.
I don’t lay my head down on a bed made of cardboard, but I can hear the screams of a girl who’s pillow is drenched with tears. The doctors told her mom that the morphine should kick in soon but the jagged shaped blood cells rip at her veins
I am told that I am the future by the same people that assure me our planet has none... so what does that mean for me? Am I nothing?
