Poem: The Waiting Room

All waiting
no one wants to be seen
head down
eyes averted
no one wants to be recognized
You don't know me
you didn't see me
Waiting to be called
to final judgment. 


In our own thoughts
In our own world
too tired
of fighting the good fight
to spare a glance
of sympathy
empathy
solidarity.


We have it worse
than the others
If I have to suffer
then so do they
They are the enemy
and they will treat us
the way we treat them
or so we think.


Then we all wonder
why there is no motivation
to help each other other
in this cruel world.
It's because we think
there is absolutely
no good
reason.




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