I am so tired, I almost forget to breathe!
And when it is time to join the dead
will it be because we chose guns
over love instead?
When have you ever picked up a kiss
and killed someone with it?
Did it hurt them when you hugged them?
Or to you, am I just talking shit?
How many times have kind words
planted someone in the ground?
And can you remember the last time
you laughed? Can you remember the sound?
We live like strangers with heads bent low
over smartphones and IPods, just texting
and hashtagging and fussing and fighting!
It’s all just so depressing!
But we display our solidarity
with the murdered on Facebook.
But we don’t even know who our neighbor is.
How do they look?
Have you ever stopped and asked
if they needed something….ANYTHING?
Or do you just assume that they are just like you,
striking out at the people in the world with a scorpion’s sting?
Stuck in their own little world, incapable
of feeling, immune to the suffering and the pain
until the media alerts you to another death;
another life lost, just as these words are….in vain.
Now you can turn away, the cameras have stopped rolling.
The blood has been cleaned up, the crime tape, torn.
And tomorrow, there’ll be another murder;
another senseless waste of human life….to mourn.
Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland
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