It has happened. Already.
The caustic has become run of the mill. Normal. Acceptable.
I had a hunch this would happen.
Paris.
Beirut.
And a hundred places I don't even know about.
The numbers too dense to bother noticing.
Because I no longer care.
I have become immune to the brutal deaths.
Sacrifice is not always a good thing.
A man sacrifices himself to kill others.
I sacrifice my grief and despair for a clammy mind.
I sacrifice love for indifference.
Brussels.
31 dead. At least.
I barely flinch.
Be careful now.
This means they are winning.
2 comments:
It is true that we do become immune and yet those last two lines are key - sadly i think the only way to 'win' is not to give them media fuel..every unjust death should be acknowledged but on and on this will go until enough becomes enough - heartfelt and clever poem
They are seeking a reaction - we must be careful not to give up our freedoms in an over-reaction. The trouble is our politicians want to use the generated fear to increase their own powers. (What happened to the bombing of Darwin in WWII - where the public in Australia were not told about it, to avoid fear/panic?) Well done for discussing your feelings. I wish I had an answer.
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