Senselessness

If I could control what I smell I wouldn’t know the stench of poverty Where many people dwell. If I could control what I taste I would not ingest any processed products That we often, casually waste. If I could control what I feel I would avoid the slings and arrows That won’t allow me to heal. If I could control what I hear I would not listen to the lies That hurt the ones I love so dear. If I could control my sight I would block out the pain and suffering Inflicted under the guise of what is right.