My Poetry. What do you see?

What do you see 
when you look at me 
A man who is happy 
Living life, carefree. 
I am not homeless 
poor or unhealthy 
Life is good 
And in realty I'm wealthy. 
I am not in a war 
starving and forlorn
looking for shelter
Wishing I wasn't born.
Living in democracy
not fearing each day
In a Country that's safe
in its own special way.
No fear for my children
They will survive
no brother has been killed
They are all alive.
Scared to waken up
to a brand-new day
explosions the norm
In the brutal foray.
No Screaming children
when you open your door
no man or woman
Dead on the floor.
Food is a plenty
in our cosy domain
we take it for granted
Just like the rain.
Thank your lucky stars
you face no pain
Thousands are suffering
In the main.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025