I sit in the sofa, sipping warm tea,
As the world around me shatters slowly .

I read a Cinderella story, a happily ever after;
All the while ignoring the sound of breaking hearts .

It gets unbearable, the cries for help;
So I close my book and turn to the real world:

The one where people violate for pleasure,
The one where people are devoted to materialism .

I see people of different cultures, races, genders and beliefs
All under the roof of destruction;
All bonded by one emotion: Grief.

There’s a toddler, crying;
Two figures lie next to him, lifeless.

I stand up from the sofa,
Tears forming in my eyes .

But I cannot move, I am being held back
By the rope of self-interest .