Everything is a bit dull sometimes,
and as I contemplate the absurd of existence
and the children die starving
in Africa,
and I write this on my iPad
and the dead
(still starving!)
children assemble another
in China
and another and another and another and another,

it all just seems to strengthen the message:
it is absurd,
and I'm an *******
for pointing it out
and laughing.

The circle, the circus
of moral one-uppers,
either by adhering or
rejecting
or merely observing
and commenting
on some fact,
ideology
is sickening twisted,
hypo
critical.

Why does it not all
end
in flames
like her eyes
or the lack of them?