COLLATERAL DAMAGE
It’s no
longer just about them, you know, those nameless names that get in the way of our
semi-accurate bombs and drones, or those children on the nightly news fleeing
war or gunned down on our city streets.
Too bad.
Sorry. What’s for lunch?
No, now,
it’s about us. We are the ones. Really.
Yes, we the
ones who are killed. Bombed, gunned down, droned and drowned sitting in our
comfy living room chairs or standing at the kitchen counter.
When we do
nothing, say nothing, think nothing, feel nothing about the vile and villainous
doings in this world…
Every time
that one of those nameless names is maimed or murdered and we carry on as
though another atomic bomb did not just explode in our faces…
Then we die.
A vital part of our precious humanity simply goes up in smoke.
But,
cheer-up. It’s ok. Keep watching. Post
another selfie. Sip a latte. Have a
piece of pie.
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