Stop emo-ing

What I don’t have, he has.
but what he doesn’t have, I have
There is no point to feel offended

What I have, he doesn’t have
What I don’t have, he doesn’t have too
There is no point for self-pity

When there is a child crying for food
crying without tears as he is so dehydrated
not a house, not a tree for his shelter
but the inhumane sun

Envelope myself in sadness is unproductive
I should work a little harder to put a smile on someone’s face
and put some bread on his palm

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