I think of your sorrow
and of my own
and my troubles to come
but the news burbles on
in the background
a constant horror
what have I got to cry about?
there are no bombs in my street
my kids are nearby
I still have a floor under my feet
the tap gives me water
there’s no blood at my gate
or local slaughter
babies are born in this town
they survive
they have love
I’m alive