My problem is first world you say?
Rendering my issue irrelevant, hey.
My privileged life has come to this,
A muffled sound I should make, unless
My problem becomes what you deem worthy
Starving, bleeding, dying, dirty.
A lucky few have never had
to live with tragedy quite as bad
as most of our brothers far and wide
and so my worries I should hide?
My anger, my pain, my suffering re
An ‘irrelevant matter’ (like gluten free)
How dare you feel this way my dear?
Haven’t I made myself quite that clear?
You are not marginilsed in any way
Your house looks out over the bay
Your life is enviable to many degrees
Stop your whining, honey, please.
We don’t care that you have fought
Tooth and nail and are now distraught
About that damn visa or delayed jet
People are starving, don’t you forget.
Just keep keep clam and carry on
You don’t have problems. You hear me? None.
To what degree am I allowed to feel
if I myself have been born free?
According to you it’s guilt alone,
but your criteria are not my own.