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.