Little Screens
A car crushed like a fly, People trapped in, half alive. Momentarily united- The sight is compelling enough To pull us from our hand-held screens Whispered prayers Collective gasps and clicking tongues Gratefulness spreads, as always Upon witnessing suffering Sickening humans. Will they see the sun tomorrow? A forgettable blip in the sands of time No care, no worries We’re back to our little screens. Theres a cat that can speak- As a child lays dead upon the beach Tears, temporary Drones and walls and islam and cows Yet another thing to outrage upon now For a second there.. we do care Even if it’s through our hand-held screens But it makes us infantile, as always Hashtags for every damn story Glorified mediocrity Various cloaks for an illusion of goodness Is there any room for anything real? No care, no worries We’re back to our little screens. Click sized thoughts and bit sized emotions And A million clicks for the same clips