There’s not much difference between us.
You wake up with a knot in your stomach
I wake up with that same feeling
and whilst we ponder different troubles
those troubles aren’t so different
that our conditions are unrecognisable to one another.
The bin men wake up early
to collect our waste
and they share laughter in between stops
and that laughter believe it or not
is made of the very same chemicals
as that of two others in expensive suits
toasting to their wealth.
The human condition is complex
in that we are so alike at a most basic level
yet we think ourselves so different
as to distance ourselves from the pain
of fellow man
as if put in that very same position
we’d be immune.