some sympathy

you wouldn't know it if it hit you.

we're sitting on our hands,

wishing for it to get better.

and some are just lost –

some were never found.

and it damns our way of thinking

of processing our outside 

environment

of coming to terms with

what's happening now.

we're not here for empathy,

or courage,

or the

eventual 

downturn 

of 

society.

we're hoping for things 

to get right again.

not the way it was, 

but the way it should be,

how it should have been.

progress

it's like we're all sitting

on our hands,

choking on the smoke 

left behind

from the explosion

that made us cover our eyes.

there's too much murder

and hate

and the bullies are out

of control

and everything can be

a goddamn 

celebrity

as long as it

goes viral.

don't shoot the messenger,

write a retort.