News off. Music on. All is perfect in my world.
I only use papers as kindling these nights.
Far from "because I don't care",

I just stopped so suddenly one day, having
Noticed how I barely hear myself
Asking why to it all anymore.

I'd yell at the Prime Minister, I'd curse at CNN,
I'd turn it on to hear explosions in Bagdhad
And Syrian children crying for dead parents

In the background, while doing the dishes.
Why? No clenched fist of mine could reach across
And unfold, full of peace, compassion and disarmament.

Show me good news! I know they don't get the ratings,
Sell the papers or the next advertised product, but they
Happen in equal amount to the horrors.

It's a beautiful world as well. Where my loved ones remain
Unshot, uncut, unbombed, unharmed. Safe and even smiling.
That is truth. That is real. That is here.

Anything else is a lie.
That is why.