Cynical Wordsmith

There’s a certain numbness
That accompanies globalization.
The worst of the worst
Get the highest ratings.
We can’t look away.
We can’t refuse.
The sadness and misery
Are on an endless loop.
“Well, at least,” They say,
“We’re better off than them.”
So the tragedy is lost
To the annals of Twitter.

There is a larger distance
Between the screen and one’s self
Than simply that space
Filled with unnatural light.

The children we’ve left live on,
Societies still exist in denial,
Both never learning,
Both never remembering,
Until that same darkness
Comes once again.

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