we see

we see the world,
by freedom, blessed.
but others, sadly,
by hatred, caressed.
they cannot escape
their hearts pound
so strong,
they wait and wait,
yet something is wrong,
they keep on hoping,
but with constraints,
those of us, in ennui,
moping, we are not,
we ain't.
we cannot conceive
of their history,
their ancient cries,
their mystery