As a child, I was always told people in India and other developing nations would kill to be in our position.
"Landfill"
It’s better than it seems
Fret for your dreams aren’t fulfilled
Regret that your seams are uncomfortable
“My home is a landfill”
It’s better than it seems
Burning garbage and cyclical carnage plague those deemed insignificant
Foraging for sustenance in the last war’s airdrop
Wondering when rain will fall instead of bombs
Napalm for mom
Apache for father
Five shots for his daughter and amputation for brother
Physically incapable but mentally unbreakable
Those stories fill the bookshelves of our conscious
Each page fading with time for the spine corrodes
Leaving a plethora of unmasked injustice
For the one brother I saw get pulled over by five cops
For the vacant daughter
For the flagrant bothers that are fostered
For the foster care children with no home
Our home is a landfill
Riddled with withered daffodils and fulfilled corporate promises
Remus and Romulus betrayed the plebian
Yet the display of courage is all that is needed
Heed the words of others and listen
Perk up for their dreams and stitch up the seams
For it’s better than it seems