I read the news today, oh boy,
There were so many men who made the grave,
They had found a long-lost man,
Whose home for many years had been a cave.
He took them inside to reveal his room,
They wandered freely in the gloom,
However, the devil had a surprise for them,
The roof of this happy home came crashing down,
They were all buried alive,
All they could do was stand and stare,
As fragments of death came rushing down at them,
It truly was a terrible fate,
But, come to think of it, should I really care?
I don’t really know what to think,
Just as I don’t know what is right,
And thoughts do rush upon me,
From everywhere,
Questioning me, binding me,
Informing me, blinding me,
A lost sensation of unanswered questions.
Asking me if I care…
I read the news today, oh boy,
In a far-off country there raged Sorrow’s war,
For the pleasure of a few greedy men,
A thousand soldiers had just lost their souls,
Their mind in panic, their fear absolute,
Explosions of lives echoing in their hearts,
Were they not much too young to kill?
Closing emotion, throwing lives up in the sky,
Guilt that would have burnt them from within,
Guilt that travelled in the air,
But, it didn’t matter, because they all died,
And, you know, no one really cared.
It’s just another article in the newspaper,
People don’t feel pain in print,
Emotions don’t flow in the newspaper,
You can just fold it up, throw it away,
Get up, and get on with your day.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
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