My brain
A home of countless ideas
My mind
A house of thousand thoughts
My eyes
Stereotyped vision of pain
I see too much
Or the world is blind
To the poor, starving
The hearts, breaking
The women, dying
The babies, crying
The rich, smiling
Crossroads of pain
Much malady in my veins
Agonies parading
River of tears flowing
Conflicting ideas
Prioritising
In my brain
Which tear should I shed first?
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