How Do You Live?

Mum taught me not to talk about politics

Never get involved in religion or war

Turn around when you see a mob with sticks

Look the other way when they discuss the Army Corps

But what do you do when that's all you see?

Millions and millions, dying to flee

When anarchy and dread grips towns, when explosions echo for miles

Children and women and men alike, countless bodies lost in piles

I sip on my tea, I write a new piece

My new dress hangs there with nary a crease

My world changes in the morning, back to my routine

They live the same hell over, nobody wipes their slate clean

Mum taught me not to talk about politics

Never get involved in religion or war

But how do I sleep at night, how do I live in the light

Knowing tomorrow they will not wake up, or worse still, they might?