An Apathetic State of Being

 

 

We’re all here,

Complaining of life love

The Gaza Strip and Syria,

But we’re not compelled to

React the way some

Still have the balls to express,

And I guess,

It’s not for want

Of compassion,

It’s just that,

We’re tired,

We’re not the makings

Of epic feelings or

Playing to the gallery

On any particular crusade,

     We don’t agree as

Vehemently as those

Throwing stones

And demonstrating,

But, we’re just tired

Of acting to a status

Dictated by values

And norms written

Before we were born –

And as torn as we are,

Many of us,

Would simply want to die,

Or never wake until

The missiles and bombs

Have exhausted their

Potential,

     Alas,

What hurts the many

Poets and writers,

Is that as much as we

Declare one catastrophe over,

Another one beckons

In the wings,

And it’s never over,

Never over on Planet Earth

Where billions,

Have had their soul

And heart,

Destroyed!

 

Michael J Waite 22nd July 2014.