I used to read the paper,
I used to watch the news.
I used to let
The poor state of this world
Numb my soul.
Dead bodies over breakfast,
Brutality with toast —
Full immersion
In the factually stated horrors
The machine cranks out,
Teaching us
Not to feel,
Not to care.
And although I
Stopped partaking,
I must have gotten out
Too late
For I regret
I still don’t feel
A thing.
Still immersed
In the factually stated horrors
The machine cranks out,
Teaching us
Not to feel,
Not to care.
