Commoners Amidst Bedlam

Ignorance they say Is bliss The bombs they hurl Over the sky Bringing down cities In seconds The blood they shed Too expensive To be bought back Wasted For a selfish purpose Somebody else’s Sense of right Picking sides Where both sides Shoulder no surety For their lives Here we are Sitting behind our screens Modern human beings Watching this macabre tragedy Something we hear of only in history Someone’s home Someone’s life What difference does it make To us who have the comfort We watch shaking our heads But worrying about the next bill Or the next day They might not have a choice To choose tomorrow over completion We don’t understand uncertainty Joking about our misery We needn’t hide, fight to survive Our misery still precedes all That’s a fact and will always be There’s no shame in admitting Ignorance is bliss….. ……Reality Though ours Is not what we need When tired When weary of hard work Helpless We sit on the other side of the world Listening to the word Hands tied behind our back Pushed to the edge of the plank We don’t feel their pain We can’t dry their tears A situation so gory Not our story So we sit with only empathy Sympathy and fear Some decisions we can’t make So we’ll only voice the emotions We keep bottled to prevent judgement. We pretend Even though we aren’t Ignorant Ignorance is bliss Because that’s what we see ourselves as It’s who we are Commoners amidst bedlam.