Comfort in Tragedy

"I love it here,"
You say 
As you finish unpacking
Inside your teeny tiny
Apartment 
On the corner. 
This is your
New home. 
It was cheap. 
You chose this
City
With the highest 
Crime rate
In the country
Because of its 
Beauty. 
Yet,
A young man was just 
Raped
A teenager just 
Snorted 
Her first line of 
Cocaine
And that child just
Lost
His mother.
And you 
Think
To yourself 
Why do I
Love 
This place? 
Am I 
Sick? 
You walk down
The street
And see a 
Homeless 
Man 
Smiling up at you. 
You ask him to 
Come to lunch with you. 
You listen to him
Tell stories about
His glory days
And about the 
Wars
He fought in,
As you eat lunch 
In the McDonald's on Main Street. 
You remember 
Why you came 
To this Hell. 
Because even in 
The most horrid places,
There is always 
A happy baby,
A teenage girl
Laughing with her friends,
And a homeless man
To have lunch with. 
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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