Many Questions can be asked, as time pushed by process moves trepidly to the past,
Each tragic day sorrowful tears are shed, media pounce on pain like flees to a warm bed.
Vultures to be fed false empathy in fashioned jeopardy Enough said...enough said
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
These few lines were written a few days ago while listening to the news and the way sorrow and misery is portrayed. Each station has it's own agenda and way of expressing the pain that the victims are feeling but with a cold and de-saturated position regardless of how they try to be sincere.