Oceans Away
A girl oceans away
Crying away oceans
Absolutely perplexed at the notion
That hundreds and thousands of lives can be lost
All of them taken as if they have no cost
The slash of a neck
The gushing of blood
A body falls to the floor with a thud
White walls stained with splashes of red
What is there that remains to be said?
Smiles stolen off of faces
Behind kids, an armed terrorist chases
Each child, for his life, races
The loss of just one is the loss of us all
But we're too self-absorbed to answer their calls
We're too drowned in sound to hear each body fall
Covering them up using our first-world problems as a shawl
Leaving them to stand and fight alone in this brawl
Ignoring the dead bodies stacked upon each other, filling halls
Powdering our faces to resemble dolls
While our brothers and sisters get their faces mauled
While our fellow humans are murdered, short or tall
Big or small
What can I say of our generation?
Our relationship with reality is but a flirtation
All these social networks but there's still miscommunication
We are endorsing separation
We allow others to burn while we sit in luxurious sensation
We lay back in relaxation
They protest in exclamation
We whine from aggravation
We taint our reputation
We've lost all self-control, given in to every temptation
We still have not come to the realization
Yes, we have yet to make the revelation
That while they feel sorrow
We feel elation
We stand tall in ostentation
As if we are the better creation
They die of starvation
We die from abusing medication
We ignore the truth to avoid consternation
We put their pictures up in presenations
We send those presentations out in hopes of syndication
We put the rich and famous on a pedestal in elevation
We applaud their work with a standing ovation
But our brothers and sisters go out with their lives, with a set determination
They go out in frustration
We go out in recreation
None of this is an incrimination
And if you're asking who's done what, I can't make that accusation
But when the bombs reach their time of detonation
We make only of their deaths the slightest notation
The ignorance train has left the station
And we have boarded it without hesitation
But rest assured
Don't you fret
Those shoes you wanted to buy will still be there tomorrow, I bet