I am entitled to my breath
To my well being and while
Laying in my warm bed
I thought of the rufugee
Who has to decide between a blanket and food
And I felt the pressure of this impossible situation.
There is a gravity to our days
Earthlings feel the pain of those in need
It’s the air we breath
It’s the prayer for a reprieve
It’s end of a thought.
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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