Suffering with others

I have a lot to eat but I am hungry, because so many are dying of hunger. 

I drink fresh water, but my throat is parched with thirst as many of my friends are also very thirsty. 

I know what laughter is, but tears are trickling from my eyes, because so many of my friends are suffering. 

I can see with healthy eyesight, but around me there is so much darkness.  

I have many friends, but I feel so lonely because of the despair so many of my friends are going through. 

I have a beautiful house, but am never happy, as I recall many of my friends who don’t have a roof above their head and most of them are homeless. 

I am free, but I feel locked up when I remember so many of my friends are in prison unjustly. 

I dress nicely, but I almost feel naked when I think of so many people who have nothing to wear. 

I sleep on a soft mattress, but I never sleep well as I remember so many of my friends who sleep on cardboard, are cold and do not even have a blanket. 

I am well and healthy, but I suffer when I see so much hardship and discomfort in the people and friends I know.