Poem: My morning cup of coffee

In the quiet early hours of the day
I pour myself a cup of coffee
And through my bleary swollen eyes
I catch up to what has unfurled
In the world as I have slept
I see images of crumbling buildings in war torn zones
And children with missing limbs
I see people buried under rubble
And the displaced living in tents
I see mothers clutching tiny shrouds
And orphans calling their parents’ name
I see news of mass suicide
To save themselves from rape
A year ago, I would have cried
As I saw these injustices
But now I drink my cup of coffee
And carry on with my day