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Joy L poem Imagine

A poem I have just written, rather apt in the current climate.

You awake: your whole body aches,
and for the briefest passage of time
you imagine the warmth of a fire,
the aroma of coffee percolating -
almost taste your modest breakfast;
until reality kicks in. Then…
the odour of your own urine
disgusts you,
your gut hurts for want of succour;
for your family;
for compassion.
You have nothing, nada.
How can you fan the flame
of hope in your heart?

Imagine this when you – Europeans - open
your fridge to decide on your dinner fare,
shower and choose what to wear –
sip your glass of wine,
listen to friendly laughter.
I did and I cried for humanity.