Musings

Sit there and smile. Four people just died. Stretch out and yawn. Eight people have just lost their minds to whatever weapon was close. Kick off your shoes and clear your head. Twelve children just ‘fell down the stairs’. Eat half your dinner and throw the rest away. Sixteen people just starved. Bask in the warmth of your heated home. Twenty people just froze. Lay your head down to sleep. Twenty four hours just passed, and while you called it a ‘boring day’, forty eight funerals took place. Take your time and do the math, while this world bows down to the reaper and his petty tricks. Call your life boring, as you sit before a big screen TV. Want for the upgrade of things that work fine now. Pass the bum on the street and rant about how he should get a job. Sneer at the mother who works six jobs to feed three kids. Smirk at the man in the brand new car who made his money selling his sister. Smile at the man who backhands his wife and kids into agreeing with his every whim. Envy the boss who cheats his company out of millions. Throw your disgust at those who envy you for simply being alive, and staying that way.



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