"It happens again.
It happens again and again and again.
And it's happened again.
We're numb again.
We're numb again and again and again.
And we were numb again.
Breaking news. Another attack. Surprise, surprise,
Surpassed surprise.
Here we go again, assume your positions, cry, pray, think, forget.
This train isn't waiting.
Though of course first, we glide through the stations built in times past,
Long deserted.
We don't stop there anymore. Not since we became numb.
This train isn't waiting.
But what can we do?
Stop, and the next train collides with this one.
Stop, and the wreckage builds up: too great, too noticeable, too emotive.
This train cannot wait.
The next starting pistol has been shot.
The next train has set off. And it isn't waiting.
Paris.
130 dead.
368 injured.
Nigeria.
60 dead.
78 injured.
Pakistan.
72 dead.
200 injured.
Orlando.
49 dead.
53 injured.
Lives.
"This isn't right," we scream through tears but tears
Scream in silence and the train just isn't waiting.
"This isn't right" again.
"This isn't right!" again and again and again.
It seems as though we finally learned that
If you fight fire with fire you just get burned and
Now we send our thoughts and prayers but
Never act upon them.
We're numb, and it just escalates.
We're numb. Say we can't contemplate
How anyone could devastate
The world like they have done.
But this kind of conditioning,
Saying things without feeling,
It isn't how to fight this thing.
We need to do something.
We need to do something."
