Privileged

I am almost relieved to be connected to war

Because anything else seems distant from its honest reality

And not just the reality of today's missiles

But of the battles lit by torches passed

Just truth in the link of our human evolution

That we inherit struggle

Only I cry in a warm bed with hot tea filled with honey on my night stand

My cheeks don't sink into my bones

My stomach doesn't plead for food

And my cries aren't muffled by fear of being heard

A privileged suffering

Where being brave behind a shiny locked door

In a shiny locked city

Is the real paradox

Less honorable than most

But better than the ignorance

Of war