Whose Got Next Part 2
No one will remember
all the names of the bodies
laying in pools of blood
in all those back alleys
and side streets
burned out warehouses
and by-the-hour motels…
They don’t talk about them…
Cause their lives don’t matter…
All those bodies just lying around
decaying as fast as our minds.
Our children stepping over em
like they were just another
discarded used condom…
Looking down at ‘em
and saying how disgusting
to just leave them lying
around like that…
But it don’t matter…
Because they only give them names
if there is a way to get some fame
for the next live broadcast at six…
And if it’s a white dude being stabbed
by a knife-wielding black man on heroin
oh boy…
Then stay tuned for the news at ten
and they’ll recycle it
again and again.
Tell you all about when
somebody
somewhere
somehow did it…
Cause ratings do matter…
We wonder why everyone
has become so numb.
Are we all so dumb,
to let life be squeezed away
with the press of a finger and a thumb…
If it ain’t some gangster
with an itch to scratch
holding a gun up to our head
then it might
be a nuclear warhead dropping
sending people
to the ground
flopping around
with their eyes popping out.
Either way, they’re dead…
How they died doesn’t matter…
I’m not here to make an excuse
for the way the hate
and abuse has turned
our kids into something
without any feelings…
I must admit it no longer
sends my senses reeling
when I turn on the news and see
another mass killing…
Or murder and destruction
children abductions
drugs and thugs
bombing planes
derailing trains
volcanos and earthquakes
covid
abortion
and another
school shooting…
Makes me wonder
what the Hell’s next…
But then I think…
Does it really matter?
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2023
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