are made
smaller
by the sight of war.
the view of others dying,
leaving
their homes.
how can you complain
about
the rise in gas,
in bread.
you sound foolish
to talk
about the weather,
about traffic.
you're safe, you have food.
heat
and water.
there are no bombs
dropping on your head.
tonight,
you will lie down
in the comfort
of your own bed.
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