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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