Complaining people

Everywhere I walk I hear complaining people, People complaining they don’t have an iphone, or a nice car, to me it’s so bizarre. I think to myself they must live in a bubble. They must have never lived in a building with rubble. There are kids in Africa dying from hunger, there are kids in Africa who can’t get enough slumber. Yet I see people complaining about their lives in America. To me it’s such a disgrace, that people don’t face the real problems of the world, because still all I hear is complaining people.