We watch them die,
The innocent ones.
Watching, ever watching.
Leaving them stranded on an Island of sorrow,
sending ships of our laughter to ease their pain.
Stealing the clothes off their backs as they sleep,
building our temporary condos,
a sanctuary from the insanity.
The masses unmoved by the suffering,
Social classes drinking to life.
Where is the justice?
Where are the heroes?
Where did our hearts go?
