A Hopeless Case

They sat just ten feet away from me Three brave, humble warriors Battle-tested, battle-scarred Sharing raw, heart-wrenching stories

Stories like how they arrived The first time On a pitch-dark night Mustering inner grit Just to move a few meters Through hellish, bombed streets

Stories like how they finally met them Men, women, children Children... Shockingly malnourished, heavily injured Limbs blown away Children, babies, young adults Being brutally killed every day!

Stories of how they did all they could To race against time To save every precious life With severe scarcity Of basic medical tools

Stories of hope and life slipping away Where cruelty and misery rule

Yet there were stories of A proud, determined people On the Creator and faith who rely Whose land is being flattened But whose minds can't be occupied

And stories of those Who were seen as beyond help With limited resources In the war-torn land Who were simply tagged as Nothing but 'Hopeless Cases'

As I heard their stories Of horror, of running from place to place I saw the eerie similarity and contrast In how I live my life Always running after life's mirage Wrapped in endless rat race

And I wonder... In HIS book Am I not the 'Hopeless Case?'