there's a portable television showing a map of the world with concerned voices behind it reporters tell us to take it as it comes and that every exit is now blocked there's reason to run and there's reason to fear as the news blares in pixels and decibels and we bite our lips when we realise that to run is human but to fear is divine so until further notice we hide inside pretending no bravery so our god will save us in our weakest, most human moment God watches the news too, don't you know