I am untouched by death, it seems
My brow so cool, and arid eye
No flicker at the suicide scenes
Of friend that waited, soon to die
And hastened with impatient crime
To strike a blow and choose his time.
Not I, the sobbing, shrieking wreck
That tears their clothes and hair to match
The inner maelstrom kept in check
You’d scarcely hear my voice – the catch
Unnoticed by my colleague’s grin
Unless I choose to let them in.
At reading of another act
Of violence in public space
It is not terror strikes my heart
I cannot lie to save my face
Though all around are tearing fast
I’m calm and cool – it brushes past.
On hearing tales of chemicals
That kill en-masse, so far away
Of sniping shooters winging girls
Who want to go to school today
The sum of Arab Springs and Falls
Cannot unbuild emotive walls.
I’ve known it worse, or so we say
Explosions and effects galore
I saw a film, but yesterday
I can’t be feeling any more
Of Realism, High-def blow
Paid for my ticket, saw the show.
Though broadcast pictures fill the News
I’ve seen too many other views
In my short life to be amused
By one more shot of life, abused
While Western minds are overfed
On what we’re sold, and so, misled.
What heartstrings I have left to tug
Beside ideas I fondly kept
Lie buried underneath the rug
Old fashioned views, soft-celled, inept
Far too naive to hold so late
Beyond their expiration date.
