I don’t want to be acclimatised to death.
I cringe at the future me who could shrug at murder
As if they’ve merely witnessed
An ice-cream drop to the deck.
But it’s possibility!
This a world where
Kids complain if a person dies on screen, yet
No sign of claret spattering the victim
Can be seen by their young eyes.
This a world where beheadings are shown
On rating-less social media sites.
A virtual world where violence can be
Rewound over and over,
Until the screen’s brutal offering
Doesn’t become enough.
This is a world where
Greed is acceptable.
In this world, mindless “reality” shows tell our kids that
It’s alright to want it all.
To not be satisfied with second rate clothes, but
To stamp their feet in named gear that
Seven year old sweat-shop employees
Have worked themselves to arthritis
For barely enough wages to eat.
What’s it matter to them?
They are growing fat on over-salted,
Mass produced pretend food.
They have no idea what it means to fear.
This is a world where more money is spent
On creating death,
When that same budget could be spent feeding life
Into mouths dry and chapped.
Into bodies deformed by famine.
This is what I fear…
That one day I will look at these words,
With blind, blank, emotionless eyes, and
Feel nothing for their sentiment.