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No one will remember 
all the names of the bodies
laying in pools of blood 
in all those back alleys
and side streets
burned out warehouses
and by-the-hour motels…
They don’t talk about them…
Cause their lives don’t matter…

All those bodies just lying around
decaying as fast as our minds.
Our children stepping over em 
like they were just another 
discarded used condom…
Looking down at ‘em 
and saying how disgusting 
to just leave them lying 
around like that…
But it don’t matter…

 
Because they only give them names
if there is a way to get some fame
for the next live broadcast at six…
And if it’s a white dude being stabbed
by a knife-wielding black man on heroin
oh boy…
Then stay tuned for the news at ten
and they’ll recycle it 
again and again.
Tell you all about when
somebody
somewhere
somehow did it…
Cause ratings do matter…

We wonder why everyone 
has become so numb.
Are we all so dumb, 
to let life be squeezed away 
with the press of a finger and a thumb…
If it ain’t some gangster 
with an itch to scratch
holding a gun up to our head
then it might 
be a nuclear warhead dropping 
sending people 
to the ground 
flopping around
with their eyes popping out.
Either way, they’re dead…
How they died doesn’t matter… 

I’m not here to make an excuse
for the way the hate 
and abuse has turned
our kids into something 
without any feelings…
I must admit it no longer 
sends my senses reeling
when I turn on the news and see 
another mass killing…
Or murder and destruction
children abductions
drugs and thugs
bombing planes
derailing trains
volcanos and earthquakes
covid
abortion
and another 
school shooting…

Makes me wonder 
what the Hell’s next…

But then I think…

Does it really matter?

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