and we don’t see it.
The poor stay in their huts,
and gaze at the fire that was recently lit.
The starvation of children,
as young as three,
yearn for their dead family.
They are whipped and beat,
for every tear they shed,
then they struggle fall asleep,
in the stone like bed.
Though if we take a minute,
to stand and stare,
we will realize how we are cruel and unfair.
We have thought this world to be a dream,
of fairness and pure sunlight beams.
We realize how blind we have been,
and if we live along with the way the world is,
on the judgement day: We will drown in Sin!
Inhumane I would say. Taking a stand itself is courageous.