A mother dies trying to save her baby boy.
A martyr dies for his cause.
And we weep.
And we feel the pain of their love as we love.
A million people die in a flood in China.
A million people are killed in gas chambers in Europe.
And we wait.
And we remain unaffected by their love.
How can you comprehend the deaths of millions?
How can one alone be greater?
We want to cry.
We want to be upset.
Because we know we should be.
Because we want to understand.
A million people can't die.
A million people don't even exist.
It's all a corporate scam.
It's all a conspiracy theory.
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This is a really good poem, and I mean that. I didn't know you had this side to you. I'm genuinely impressed.
ReplyDeleteAnd this Henry sounds like someone I should know.
Thanks :-) It means so much for you to say that. I didn't know I had this side either, I don't think I've ever written a serious poem before...especially one that didn't rhyme :P I don't know if it will continue, but this is something that I've thought a lot about. Every time some horrible thing happens somewhere...
ReplyDeleteHenry is Henry Rollins and definitely someone you should know. He's one of my favourite people in the world! A fantastic speaker and writer. I just bought a book of his where he was talking about playing a show (he was in a band) across the street from where a woman committed suicide the night before. Interesting fellow.