You'll Never

The blast of a rocket you’ll never hear

Families in a building you’ll never set foot

Murdered by circumstances you’ll never encounter

 

The drowning of a man to whom you’ll never speak

With his daughter in a river you’ll never wade

Murdered by policy you’ll never feel

 

The mass shooting you’ll never be in

Thought thousands of people you’ll never know

Murdered by the apathy of a nation you’ll never challenge

 

Because now your coffee is lukewarm

And you’ll never

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Guilty as charged! I am deeply guilty of the apathy which you are torching in your guilt-provoking poem. You've painted the most stinging (yet accurate, by my estimation) word portrait of the typical comfortable American (even some who feel poor, but really never know the meaning of dire circumstances) & how he/she just kinda floats by the rampant worldwide tragedies as if it's incomprehensible how all this S**T could really be happening. You've painted my exact countenance with the most tragic colors of paint & still I have no idea what can be done to stop the tide of tragedies. We are stuck in a loop of arguing about the answers while nothing gets done. This is powerful thought-provoking honesty. Your attitude doesn't feel harsh or superior tho, and that's why I can stand your arrows being aimed squarely at me *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Brad]

Wow, thank you!