The grief and pain.
The sorrow that has become them.
So new to me so old to them.
The looks of desperation
The struggle to stay alive.
So common a thing to them
So horrific to me.
I do not feel their pain
But I can see it.
It fills their eyes their expressions.
And the feeling of desperation
has overcome me.
Here I sit unharmed and safe
And there so far, yet so close
Are these people.
I wish I could make their pain go away.
But how?
By taking them from their homes?
The place they know best?
What once was considered safety and comfort
Now has become a place of danger
And new fears.
Sure money, food, and clothing
Every little bit helps.
But is there not more we can do?
To erase the looks of sorrow, the feeling of desperation.
And make the danger and fear
A place of comfort and safety
Once again.
