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 emotionsAnd A million clicks for the same clips
Thats what makes the world go round
Soon enough we join this universal chorus
“Awesome!Amazing! Unfair! Despair!
The real question is,
Have we merged, into one, big dumb entity
But,—- No care, no worries 
We’re back to our little screens.

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