Someone Else's Responsibility
Misplaced and mismatched,
Thrown in the thrift pile like an unused t-shirt
Bodies pile in the vacant listed room
Vacant to mask the truth of its hidden contents
Vacant to hide the smell of death that remains trapped behind the walls
Youth trapped in a bottle,
Bottle transforms to cold grey walls
Life drains from their eyes like a bathtub drain stopper removed after a shower
Their fates remain mournful whispers
Treated like a scandal, sinful despite innocent actions
Buried underneath the articles ridiculing Trump's newest tweet with grammatical errors
Shunned for "bringing the mood down"
How long can we pretend that mass murders are not happening in front of our eyes?
Moments recounted in history books unveil between our eyes
Yet the world remains silent
Global atrocities treated as allegations and drama
This "theater" has never felt more real for children so young yet having lived so long
Prison state, military controlled countries
Citizens hide in the shame of their own homes, because ignorance is bliss right?
If I pretend it's not happening, then it won't!
Someone else will do something, won't they?
Why do I have to come home after a long day and worry more about others lives?
They're the ones stealing my jobs!
Maybe try coming with a visa next time.
Why should they matter to me?
Somehow, after millenniums, inhumanity is the strongest trait possessed by humanity