Lives are always lost,

that’s nothing new,

we just go on again,

face a new day,

let the sunlight brighten

our lovely sunroom.

Just don’t turn on the news,

stay away from the internet,

water your flowers,

hold court with your pets,

read a newspaper … wait,

only the comics today.

Stay away from the front page,

because the people are dying,

those lives that lived with happiness,

today are bleak and they will cry,

they will shed tears,

until they no longer

can imagine where another

will run its course slow

along a red swollen cheek.

~

I know that we are a world

that forgives the pain

we bring upon one another,

but what about the others.

What about those we

will never ever know who

die.

There’s a child running outside

whose parent will die tonight,

and he’ll never understand why,

just, that, well, that’s how we live.

~

But over here we don’t …

live that way I mean.

We water our plants,

bring the shades down

a little privacy on a sunny day,

romantic as hell.

That’s not any hell we can ever

know in the direct fire of war.

Unless, finally one day,

we realize somehow,

we are all related and responsible.

We are all part of the problem,

the human race; hearts will cry.