I’m waking up every morning with monstrous pain,

My eyes are still burning, and there’s catastrophe in my brain.

My gut clenches with agony, and my heart feels so full,

I feel so helpless and denounce myself for doing only handful. 

Hundreds of buzzing notifications on my phone,

As I unlock, my hands tremble and  I begin to groan.

A loved one is sick, and an acquaintance 

expired,

Finding the life saving drug seems impossible in the bureaucratic mired.

I pull all the strings, and I play the privilege card,

Navigating through the broken system is still very hard. 

I drop on the ground and I wail with pain,

I then realized my silence is the reason for this bane.

I chose be blind because I had the state of the art,

I ignored the hardships of the man who was pulling my cart.

I witnessed injustice, but I chose to be silent,

I justified my actions and said the protests are too violent.

When there was crisis on the border and farmers were on the street,

I chose to be a spectator through my charming holiday suite.

Now as I see the world collapse right in front of my eyes,

I realize the power of my upper middle class voice.