at this very moment
as you are reading this poem
people are getting
***** and
children are getting
abused
a cancer patient doesn’t
know if he can live for
another day and neither does
the girl who
can’t choose between
a bottle of bleach and
a noose.

our problems seem like
landfills to us
but in this world that thrives on
affliction and suffering
we are as insignificant as
the infinitesimal leaves on
canopy trees
seven billion of us
desperately clinging on for dear life
only to wilt,
fall from a living hell to
one for the dead,
and then be replaced.

*what are we living for?