Gratitude In Harrowing Times

The world is crumbling,

And any amount of gratitude is less,

To have a roof over my head, safe,

For abundance of food and peace,

To breathe without worrying too much,

And to feel privileged for all that I have now,

Because I cannot imagine myself,

In a situation some children are,

Without knowing which day could be their last,

Paying the price for hate with their lives,

Surviving the most harrowing time,

Something that no one should ever go through.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I wish I could do more.

I'm so sorry.