The ones lost, were never looked for
They were only stories, only emotions
For people to cry their crocodile tears
And exaggerate their empathy

The ones lost had names
And they will be lost in time
For we do not care to remember them
Only enjoy the drug of outcry

Our ****** is outrage and feigned sympathy
We thrive off our own egos, and the passion
Of our virtue signaling, but when it comes to
These lost ones lives, we could care less

For we are not a nation united
We are a nation selfish
A nation built on ego and self preservation
And will sooner let someone be lost forever

Then have to for a moment, actually be human