To Stop Caring

to stop caring I don´t want to know of the six million dead they came back and endlessly take revenge on the innocent. I don´t want to know of the suffering world I will sleep in my bed and dream of harmony we can otherwise not obtain. Why should I care about dead and starving children in Yemen? There is nothing I can do about it shaking my head in dismay when feeling nothing about their plight. Why should I care about hungry dogs begging under the table? Cringing animals who deep down hate us for what we have done robbing them of the pride they lost once upon a time. To survive this suffering, my heart must be made of a stone, and my soul be of gleaming steel. Wars have been our destiny; I live it to you, pining for peace.