By Benjamin Shapiro
We see atrocity

But so long

As it’s not our city

We live on

Maybe a post

For a day

Or at the most

We play

At raising money

For a week

Ain’t it funny

How we seek

Attention through

Others’ pain

As though we flew

Into that rain

But we never

Truly get wet 

Just forever 

Trying to get 

Pats on the back

Because we “care.”

And sky turns black

Burnt promise choking air.

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