Why I Cry

I wake up warm in a nice soft bed,
With a solid shelter above my head.
My pantry is stocked with all that I need.
I have water to drink and books to read.

I can walk freely in air that is pure,
Breathing in deeply as I watch the deer.
As mountain and stream greet my glad eye,
I’m blessed with beauty of both earth and sky.

I live my life doing just as I please,
But when watching the world, I feel unease.
For not all the people are as blessed as me
For the greed of a few will not let it be.

War rages and robs, wounds, and deprives
Ordinary people of their homes and their lives.
Their freedom is gone, and lives taken too,
Thirsting and starving, there's nothing they can do.

I wish I could give them my warm, soft bed,
A protecting shelter to cover their head,
Share my bountiful fresh food and water,
Restore to life each dead son and daughter.

I feel so helpless and that’s why I cry.
At the injustice, I want to yell, “Why?”
I’m also aware that my home and more
Will feel the effects of this unholy war.

Countries all over the world are impacted,
While laws here at home are being enacted,
So, whether the aggressor and his champions have won,
The assault on my freedom has already begun.

In this world we are all of us sister and brother
War, when it’s heaped on our father and mother,
Is not only happening far, far away,
But marching with vengeance toward my door today.