And So What Have You Done Lately

A short piece I was inspired to write after spending too long on the internet

You sit in your golden tower

Commentating on the world

Judging, witnessing, trolling

Sharing statements that make you look profound

Complaining about the glitch in your system,

The music you don’t like, the clothes they are wearing

Bitching, moaning, whinging

 

Meanwhile on the other side of the world…

The children have stopped crying.

What’s the point?

Your cries do no good.

Amidst the screams the bombs keep dropping

Once vibrant shimmering city centres are turned to ash

The white helmets swarm over the rubble, looking for signs of life

What life is there left to be lived

 

We are afraid to be seen, afraid to be heard, afraid to live our dreams

They are afraid to be seen, afraid to be heard, afraid in case the soldiers find them

We are all afraid