Imagine waking up
To broken glass
And pounding ears
No medicine
Or clean water
For your broken spirits

Imagine waking up
To a locked door
And the sound of keys
No long walks
Or smiling women
To liberate you

Imagine waking up
To a strange language
And the guns of foreign men
No understanding
Or compassion
To hold onto

Imagine waking up
To a kick in the ribs
And a snarling dog
No cup of tea
Or kiss on the cheek
To warm you

Imagine feeling grateful
For the things you’ve got
And letting go of the things
You’ve not