Loss on a Screen.

The Western world watches as bombs plummet

Fire too powerful for the soft flesh of the innocents below

The choice box pops up

Scroll, keep watching

Keep watching

There are children in pieces

Fathers, begging for their babies to come back to life

Mothers, happy their children are dead

At least they won’t starve

At least they won’t cry themselves to sleep

If they can sleep.

The noise echoes through the glass screen

Cries and pleading for help

Can I sleep?

Heart-shattering in my body from the prison half a world away

Calling out to these souls

I am appalled.

We all saw war in our textbooks, detached from an outcome we never had to worry about

That was the end of it, right?

The people who wrote our world into existence watch

Smirking with serpentine smiles

Mouths dripping at the idea of the mountainous payout built on bodies.

A world built on complacence

Are we truly all connected if you cannot feel their suffering?

Can you feel the anguish of the earth beneath them crying out from blood-soaked soil?

Do not practice your ignorance, going on, deprived of sensation

Dancing on your private stage while the world burns around you.

If we are all connected

Then it is your very own pain that you diminish.

***Call your representatives for a ceasefire, boycott the companies aiding this pain, Share, Donate, educate, Send all your love, and don't forget to feel their pain so we can work toward a world where this never happens again.