Someone drowned
We all line up around the sea as they search for more bodies
A boat turned over on a winter night
Teens can do the dumbest things

The body count triples and so does the tweets
Yelling 'I'm so sorry for your loss' before a mother can even grieve
That's the only thing spoken about for days
Different words fill the air
Most scream-
'They were too young, it's a tragedy'
Then they whisper-
'It was natural selection'

We march to the sea with candles in hand
Most don't even know the names of who died
Yet they act like they have the right to defend the dead

There are no banners
Only street lights directing traffic
and People excited for a story
Not caring who's next