Tunnel Vision
The fires are ever-growing
And hate is ever-green
A child won’t eat tonight
Bullet casings, crowds scream
Cries are always distant
When they’re not our own
In our cocoons of leisure
We don’t see the drones
To avoid feeling uncomfortable
We feign blissful ignorance
These fragile picket fences
Are a sign of our indifference
Carefully locked away
In the back of our minds
We sit and enjoy our freedom
While tuning out foreign cries
How easy it is to detest
That which we don’t understand
So we slay our own brothers
For things as fleeting as oil and sand
How cruel and stupid are we
To only treasure life that’s our own
False pretenses of superiority
Out of corpses we build our thrones
With stained cheeks, I wonder
Did we always have black hearts?
Why are we any more important?
When did our stardust drive us apart?
-Clementine