What A Tragedy

So many innocent people have died

How could that plane crash,

And kill all of those innocent people?

How could that man shoot all of those women, babies, kids and all?

None of them deserved that

How could that boat sink?

Those angels on board drowned for no reason

Death befalls us all

But age matters

As if youth isn't arbitrary

As if pedofiles and murderers and liars don't fly on planes or sail on boats

I am sick of tragedy and its empathy

I don't feel bad or sorry 

I don't really care

Tragic circumstance doesn't exist

Neither does your sympathy

All you did was look in the mirror and see your death

You saw that it could be you on that boat, that airplane or that train

You could have been in that classroom

Worst yet, maybe

Your children or cousin, a friend or an acquaintance

Could possibly be victims

You see that it doesn't matter?

All is bleak

Tragedy is your death

Your life is precious

You rely upon that fear to judge

And keep you

I'm glad tragedy happens

Less people to feign that they care

Just because they watched the news

I understand that cathartic release is necessary

So many deaths must cause tears

I know that death is scary

I also know it can't be feared