Our paradise
We groan and mutter everytime we start to fall ill.
But some mothers scream as their children get killed.
We get gutted when we can't afford something pricey.
But some can't buy food, so they remain hungry.
You have in your hands an iPhone, a MacBook and Beats Headphones
Some people in India and Cambodia don't have homes.
You only pick up guns while playing Call Of Duty: Black Ops II
While kids in Uganda handle AK-47's even at the age of two.
When people aroud the world suffer, get sick and die
We live and enjoy life in our paradise.
Everytime we complain, we must always remember.
There are tons of people who have it worse.
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