Missionary Kid


They see pain and suffering all around,

And pray to ease the yolk,

I see another pack of noodles,

And just another bottle of Coke.


They see hypocrites and liars,

Fighting for what they know is right,

I see the inside of hotel rooms,

But I can’t sleep throughout the night.


They see riots in the streets,

Fires burning down the town,

I see one more day of playtime,

One more day without a frown.


They see fear in each other’s eyes,

Threats of death to make them scared,

I see the inside of my eyelids,

Sleeping peacefully unaware. 


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