Through My Eyes

Some think of me as waste of space - They cast a glance, then turn to face the screen. They watch the mighty mace bring down another one. Since when, oh ‘savvy’ human race, was killing sought for fun? ------------------------------------------------ I’ve seen them smile, I’ve seen them tear I rev their heartbeats as they near engrossing ends.. as what they fear does come, I have to beam - They know my folks they fight and dear - They are not what they seem! Some couldn’t care less - They fold and tear my pages, while others try and save for me their hard-earned daily wages… Burns Stanza