Simple Favors

If we were transplants,

I might ask you a favor.

Tell me about your life,

Tell me what you deal with,

Explain to me your pain.

Mine is pretty mellow,

Walks in town with my dog,

Favorite tv shows at night.

Full meals, always available.

~

I see bombing on the news,

your world is decimated,

children run around in fear.

A mob down the street,

not really dangerous people,

children holding buckets,

screaming in lonely despair.

These kids don’t eat snacks,

Their lives, always in peril.

~

I might trade places with you

If I could. Would you mind?