Guilt

You see your loved ones slaughtered

Yet you somehow survive

Only to be consumed by

The Guilt of being alive

You take care of suffering children

And you leave ’em when your time comes

Only to be consumed by

The Guilt of leaving the hell

You see the endless suffering around you

And you reflect on your thriving life

Only to end up feeling

Guilty of living a thriving life

Those who never had to feel guilty

Are they really fortunate ones or

Are they really unfortunate ones?

PS : Heavily Influenced by the movie Fremont & a Politico article

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