Please could you stop being so harsh?
All around me I see pain.
I don’t want to see pain.
Hunger. Not the same kind of “I'm starving” hunger that my kids feel when they can see a packet of crisps on the side at three in the afternoon, and realise they haven’t eaten since lunch – real hunger. There are people in this world who are genuinely starving to death.
Desperation. Thousands upon thousands face the wrath of Europe’s xenophobes as they desperately try and find a home that is safe. All they want is to be free. This, apparently, is too much to ask.
Death. Starvation, Malaria, Ebola, floods, earthquakes and wars, these may be killing people far away but I look around and can see that Cancer is taking our loved ones here too. Too many lives are lost. Too many families ripped apart.
So much worse that all that.
Xbox. We don’t have one. We are, apparently, the only house in the world that does not. My kids are deprived. My kids are neglected. How can my children be expected to live without a games console? I heard that a group of people in a Syrian refugee camp had started a whip around to buy us some Argos vouchers – though that is unconfirmed.
So, World, please can you stop treating my children with such disrespect and sort them out a console? Then, maybe you could have a look at some of those less important issues – if you have the time.