How Many Of Us Really Care? Poem by Unspoken Truth

If life is a glorious chain of songs;
Nobody would be staring at blank emptiness with hope burning furiously in their eyes.
If life is a medley of extemporaneousness;
Nobody would be spending their nights plotting plans against one another like antagonists.
If life is all about living;
Nobody would have killed anybody and stolen others' chance of living peacefully and tranquilly.

If the world is such a good place to be in,
Why do some of us have more than enough while others have none at all?
Right now, somewhere in the world, somebody is dying, people are crying.
Some are facing their darkest fear, some just waiting for their loved ones to return;
Not knowing what to expect, not knowing if there will be a tomorrow;
Just a soft whisper of faith in their hearts fueling their lives;
Like a thin layer of mist, easily blown off.

Somewhere else in the world;
Someone's father is rushing to catch a train, his grumpy boss waiting, angry.
His loving mother still preparing breakfast, hastiness starting to tinge her head;
He's still fast asleep, unaware of time and his schedule on a typical Wednesday morning;
Happily dreaming of getting high at a rock band concert in Las Vegas;
Shouting at his poor mother for intruding when she wakes him up gently;
Wishing for a better life and complaining unceasingly at the back of his mind.

You might be like him, but only few would admit even if they are.
Most people can never settle down and be grateful for what they've got;
What if you were to be that girl or boy in the middle of a war battlefield?
What if you trust and trust, but witness it being shattered for a million times?
Would you live on?
Would you be brave enough to come face to face with death and fight it with all you have?
Would you help those who are courageous enough to do so?
Or would you just shoot them a sympathetic look and get over it after that?

The world could be a better place if we were to be better individuals.
There could be more to life if people are ready to head towards a positive revolution.
Would you be the end of sufferings?
Or are you that selfish man who is just happy that someone isn't you?
We should stop being the despair of these less fortunate people.
One make a difference, but whole can bring a change.
Life, it's how you choose to live it.