and with the wind pushing past me
as i walk past
the coffee shops where
pairs of eyes smile with a distinct
sense of happiness
jealous? maybe i am, because their lives
seem like jewelry
the ones which life handles with care
stroking gently and keeping safe
away from harm and making sure
they never go bankrupt and making sure they always
have food to eat and designer clothes
to strut in and nothing bad to ever glance at them.

angry? yeah i am, because those people
whose life is perfect, forget that there
is another world where people die
because of their indifference.

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sorry, i needed to vent the frustration