Tears

You can stab me in the back a billion times or break my heart over and over and over again.
Go on, be as malicious as you can be and you still wouldn't get a tear out of me
But show me a man or a child who works his hands off ,wakes up as early as 5am to catch a bus or walk to work ,a woman who cries at night knowing there's no food tomorrow morning,a woman who has to dig into a trash can for your left overs to get something for her kids , a child who only knows the unpleasant tune of  a crying crowd after their daily bread of bombs and tear Gases , a child whose insides can't recognize clean food , an old man who can't afford medication , a man who cries at night because he's out of ideas,...... Show me just one of these people and I promise you a warm of river tears .
How lucky are we to have tragedy so small ,like worrying about what to wear tomorrow or getting stressed over choosing which restaurant to go to or being unhappy because you woke up as 'early' as 11am
There is so much hurt in this world, so much work to do and it kills me that I'm not doing half of what I could be doing .
-Mufy