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?