A Pragmatic Advice

There you go again,
Thinking about things, people, places
Far far away
Not connected to you in anyway
You've never visited these hills
Or met the child with the scar before
You've never been chased by fire
Threatening to consume your memories
You have a home,
You have parents
You have limbs
You have peace
You have a future
The only sound that pierces your ears is the music from your earphone
The only blood trickling out of your skin is due to a paper cut
The only time you leave behind home
Is when you go on a vacation
The only guns you know of were in the
Video games you played as a child
So why do you think?
Think about things, people, places
Far far away
Not connected to you in anyway.

Go on, leave behind these worries
That give you sleepless nights
And swollen eyes
Worry about the next exam
Worry about your future
Worry about money
Worry about heartbreak
And remember,
Worry about blood
And guns
And lost homes
And broken limbs
Only, only when the disaster
Strikes home.
Walk silently on broken roads.
Keep your head low
And don't,
Don't help a lost soul
Run, run away
Hide behind dark corridors
When a sword emerges
To cut off a stranger's head
Stay inside, stay inside
If a curfew descends on your city
Hush
No words
No screams
No,
Not until it is your head
They put the sword to.