Sick

As a woman hugs a coffin and weeps over her dead child,
another woman marches for the right to abort her own.
As a man lights a flag on fire,
a bomb elsewhere burns another man who fights for that flag.
A man makes a gun fueling the economy,
though thirty years later that gun will be taken to a high school.
Have you thought what the man who made the guns
the kids of Columbine used was thinking as he made it?
Surely not that he was making a weapon, but probably earning a paycheck.
As a wife screams in denial as the priest brings her the flag,
another woman cheats on the man who loves her so much.
As a man makes love to his wife of ten years,
another man beats his wife of two.
I watch everyone around me filling their mouths
and all I feel is the need to vomit
but all I can do is get over it and know that this is for the best.
As a woman gives herself up for many men,
one man longs for the chance to hold some other lady.
As someone yells at their parents for caring too much,
another child is being beaten.
What is wrong with the idea of people crying out against
animal cruelty yet paying taxes that build bombs?
Are there anymore Thoreau's out there willing to take a
real stand instead of being hypocritical?  To truly fight
instead of just whine.
A person yells at a waiter for slow service
while elsewhere an entire village starves.
Someone cries on their death bed not ready to go,
while someone else cries as they kick the chair.
A war for gasoline, is what they call it,
yet they fill their cars every other day with gas.
Everyone is fine with hypocrisy as long as they're ignorant to it.
As a man buys a night with a hooker,
a young girl wonders if she'll ever be loved.
As I smash a spider underneath my shoe,
a plane drops bombs on innocent people.
This world is so fucked up I feel so sick and all
anyone can think of is fulfilling their own fix.
Because all that matters anyway is that you believe you're happy.
Nothing more, nothing less.
As I write these words,
someone lays bleeding on the floor of their third story apartment,
and I am not willing to do anything about it,
and neither are you.