There's no road we wouldn't take
And no decision we wouldn't make
Only for our confort's sake
When we forget that it's all fake.
Maybe we know but we pretend
That this confort has no end.
It's amazing how we can adapt
Or how our hearts can get corrupt,
We get used to innocents tears,
We get used to their fears;
Screaming and calling for volunteers,
We watched oppression for long years.
We're all aware it's unresolved,
But we never got involved,
It was beyond our confort zone,
So we left them on their own.
This is my Day 5 of 
Proud Member Of:
