Lying Here in Bed

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Lying here in bed
I wonder
Who in this world has not yet been fed?
I ponder
Do they even sleep on a bed?
Over yonder
Where the helpless souls always see red.
Lying here in bed
I am thankful
That I have been fed,
And that I have a bed,
And that the red I see is love between family and friends.

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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