No Topic Poem by jafta maduna

Immigration, emigration, human trafficking, commercials, xenophobia, wars to proclaim victory over our lands and vengeance seekers to redeem what is taken away from them, but what is the topic?
Arrangements and directions for certain outcomes?
Builder of high stirs that can only be climbed by authorities?
If yes then why did I see them engage into entrepreneurship?
Hears killings every night and money jumps heads of those sleeping, waiting for a fresh innocent day to get to their duties
I don’t get it

I saw children hating and others holding steels with silver stones, but I still don’t see the topic
The only thing I observed are their parents smiling at each other going up and down, the next thing they are signing papers with man in suits next to them, calling words that are bigger than the nation
Is that why those children were filled with grief’s
I don’t get this
The only thing that comes into my head is bloodiest days and survival of the fittest

There is no topic for all this