We see ghosts in the eyes of all.
Scarred lives bleed onto screens
as spoon fed masses forget to use the word human.
Do they not bleed red?
We see fear fleeing war zones
while we in our comfort zones
mourn not the lives lost but the cost of the living.
We see children torn from wailing mothers.
Crushed and bloated by the weight of water
tiny bodies wash up lonely, suddenly silent
now mascots for a cause they did not choose.
Inaction is the thief of humanity.
Greed, it's protector, smiles down on the dying.
There but for the grace of God...