You park yourself at home,
In your blissful diminutive lives,
Watching the TV,
Turned to the news channel.
Your petite, beady eyes,
Gawk and gape,
At the recent headlines of the day,
Your eyes enlarge and your jaw drops.
ĎA 15 year old raped and murdered.
Puppy trampled which leads to its death.
Five slaughtered by a betrayer midst the war.
Father kills his daughter in rampage.í
When youíre in your own quaint lives,
You donít notice anything,
Thatís going on around you,
You donít care about anything outside of your miniature world.
But who knows who could be next?
Those people that were killed,
Didnít wake up that morning,
And think to themselves, ďItís my day to die.Ē
It just happened that way,
Itís not planned, nobody knows,
Itís the outcome of everything,
It may sound dreadful but itís the way of life.
What has become of this world?
What type of world is this?