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