caught in the headlights of our helplessnes
the world keeps turning burning up in
flames of anger violence rape revenge
we feel guilty for our books
clean looks
locks on doors
watching the clock
to race home
to our comfy chairs
how much do we care?
are we tumbling to a point of no return?
picking up speed as war births more
taking no heed of the groaning earth
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