I used to feel so deeply for injustices in the world. As I age and experience a butt load of unfairness, I start to become to numb to other people’s plights. That is not good. I feel that people who can open their hearts are a gift. Those people who perhaps have not suffered so much that their views are distorted. I love how you write beautiful poems about injustices and world affairs. You have the gift of your voice and you are putting in daily effort to use it. Thank you!