Sonnet: Think of Others

Compatriot’s lives mean more than my own;
Their long-standing problems appear greater;
Injustice to the common man, I frown;
To down-trodden’s problems, we must cater.

Others’ sufferings look so terrible;
The crimes against the poor seem much ignored;
The environs of man look horrible;
Good ideas to improve are but floored.

How can I eat when others look so starved?
How can I laugh when others are in grief?
How can I live when false-hoods have been carved?
How can I sleep when there is no relief?

Some men are born to die for others’ cause;
But why worry? God makes up any loss.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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