150, 000 dead
The screen reads on TV
Brutally murdered, raped or tortured
I nod,
Sigh at the world,
Then I move on.
300, 000 dead
The news article flashes on my phone
When will the UN step in?
I don't know.
But it's on the other side of the world,
So it's not my concern.
700, 000 dead, more injured
How many deaths does it take?
It all meshes together
A row of skulls is just a picture
And I'm safe right here.
Three dead, chaos across the country
Appears on screen, eliciting gasps
Harsh punishments will be executed
It's a tragedy of mass proportions.
They all cared when it was within their borders.
So many die and we brush it away.
One nearby dies and we panic.
But the dead out there,
Are people just like the dead in our neighbourhood.
We are all human,
Whether in a war-torn country or a dictatorship.
When we see a row of skulls,
We need to remember:
They all had families.
They had people waiting for them to come home.
They had people crying over their corpses.
They had mothers and fathers, sometimes children and spouses.
And they're gone.
150, 000 dead
150, 000 fathers lost their child.
300, 000 dead
300, 000 mothers lost their child.
700, 000 dead
Sons, daughters, mothers, fathers and children lost their lives.
Don't push away their death as a statistic.
Don't take away the humanity.
Every single one of them,
Meant something to someone.
And they died.
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Allusions of Life // Poetry
PoetryThe simplest way to convey something is through beautiful, simple words. They portray the most complex, and the most layered issues. Whether it's the daydreams I fantasize, or the issues of the world, I will write about it. This is my poetry. This i...
