Often we will hear of the inconceivable happening thousands of miles away And we think to ourselves "how terrible" Grieving for a day or two, maybe more if it's closer to our hearts But the daily drill is still of income and payments and staying afloat We're all numb And there is a war out there that isn't civil There is no boarders just a small slum Or a big city transit All with ghosts now in their ruins We live in fear or in blind ignorance Because it comes up so much in the main media that there is no more room for us to care We want to care We sympathize We forget in a month Moving on to the next bullet to travel through a minority's chest And we mock a groups once valiant efforts turned sour by the anger in their minds One by one another greedy one takes advantage of the pain to use for their campaign A generation that grew up believing they could be the very best now only believing that they are worth nothing A time period that will forever be a joke in a few years time But our struggle is not mein kampf but it is OUR TIME TO BE ALIVE we are just living We are Just living in another time Time That will be remembered through figureheads and not the experiences felt So here is for the tears Not the water falling from our cheeks but the divide in the culture