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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You can’t avoid it, it’s all over the news. Every clip and video, millions of views. Varying opinions, not all of them healthy. Is all this attention because they were so wealthy? Some people say it serves them right, others post a meme. These situations aren’t as simple as they seem. Just because they were rich, is it ok they died? But what about the millions who have their basic rights denied? I don’t have the answers, I don’t pretend I do. But these things get me thinking, even if I don’t want to. It sends me down a path about the fickleness of fate. How no amount of money saves you, when it is too late. How everyone is equal when it really boils down to it. The media say different, but I guess I always knew it. When the grim reaper comes, he cares not for your bank balance. Fate and death and tragedy don’t worry about your talents. Yes, it was avoidable, but do you really think... They were contemplating death, as they began to sink? And now? We know it imploded, they were stuck inside. But do they know? Do they even realise they have died? My mind is conflicted, even as I write this verse. Why haven’t I written poems about those who’ve had it worse? Maybe cos by now I am desensitised, To the everyday plights, the needy always criticised. Underneath it all we are just the same. Every loss a tragedy, stop looking for blame. Embrace every moment, before your endless sleep. When you think about it, it’s really not that deep.
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