How do we collectively turn off our conscience?
How do we selectively mourn
How can we still believe we're compassionate
If our sympathy is bought and sold
And weaponised?
And our silence is precious because
Under the guise of status quo
Looking at us in the eye
The murderer murders
What will we be expected to do next?
Clean up the remains?
And what if that same fate should befall us?
Would we then expect sympathy
From people who are hopefully better than us
Or do we reject it then
A price to pay
An end to make
A life to leave
Unlived.
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