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Jun 2020
Why it does not pain my heart
When I hear about  children and mothers being killed by heartless gunmen in a distant land of rough mountains.

Why it doesn't wrench my heart
When I hear about people dying by drowning in the sea while trying to reach the land of the heartless people.

Why it doesn't crush my heart
When I hear about old people, abandoned by the family & society, dying from a demeaning illness in the land of rich and intelligent people.

I ask myself;
Have I  become numb to pain experienced by others?
Have I become blind to other's suffering?
Have I become indifferent to life?

No.. no.. those reasons aren't true.
The truth is that I am a heartless
Person.
Written by
Eshwara Prasad
29
   Bogdan Dragos
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