I fear how much my heart would bleed
To witness real tragedy

To sink in Flanders Field
To collapse in Choeung Ek
To scream for mercy in Nanking
To beg before the walls of Baghdad

A life of insulation
Pain relative to the first world
My heart hardly calcified
Compared to the bones of those who died

Hardly removed from the horrors of mankind
My drywall castle shields each breath

So hardly removed
From the stench of death