Each moment is taken for granted,
cries of ignorance are spoken in complaints,
all the while others are suffering,
worries of how to remain in existence.
For others, each moment brings pain,
stress wears away one's will,
hope drifts off while sinking into despair,
survival is beyond distant.
Some continue without acknowledgment,
of the mercy bestowed upon them,
acting without gratitude, only pride,
living within their ungrateful sacks of meat.
An opportunity to those whom suffer,
dedication will be given for the miracle,
as that tortured soul holds value,
for more than it's worth.
