The Hands of Our Children

Different worlds

The hands of our children clutch their digital lives
While hands of their children clutch onto their mothers.

But they were used to it, they had tougher skins
Even though these are the same skins we discriminate against, the same skins we force out of our country,
The same skins that we won't accept because they were used to it

After all it's been centuries of oppression, why ruin the tradition and have social progression
We get the luxury of tweeting about our problems,
like when you can't find a solution to your maths substitutions while staying quiet about our neighbours persecution.

Because having blood stained hands feels better than bleeding,
No one seems to care because we're the ones defeating
Sure it was a shame to hear about the millions of people fleeing the terrors in Syria,
and we only think of the Kardashians when we hear about Armenia.

Because we're keeping up with the tradition, the obsession the succession, the confession is no one cared about war since the Great Depression
Unless we're affected it doesn't matter, we had important things to do
We had jobs and school and a snapchat streak to worry about.
How could we manage all these necessities at once?

So different that we declare it otherworldly, as there is no way such a world as ours can be so damaged
As distant as two worlds apart, only sharing a sky.

But we do this for one reason.
We do this so we don't feel the guilt that has built up for many years, the guilt that has built the very foundations of our countries.
The guilt that we must ignore because it hurts to think about.
It hurts to think about the families in Egypt, Libya and Sudan, who are hurting
But who cares? We had to worry about our family sedan breaking down in the middle of the "hot twenty five degree weather"

And whether or not this was irony or luck was up to the person living a better life.
Because in our society, we reap what others sow, we deny what we don't want to know, we ignore what's yet to explore.
Preaching their injustice was always a bore.

Our country leads in deaths related to obesity their countries lead in deaths related to hunger, and it really makes you wonder if we could've helped prevent the sound of thunder
The sound of the children falling, the sound of their parents crying
The sound of a very distant world

The hands of our mothers clutch onto their picture perfect lives
While the hands of their mothers clutch onto their children's'