Beware of over-romanticizing awkwardness
of a rich nation which cries over lost puppies
but takes no interest of starving children
in poorer countries, the foreign doesn´t
stir the heart into action.
Yes, the slushiness nation sees them,
the dead, bloodied children, yet sees them not.
Few life pictures are shown on TV
death tallies mentioned in a hasty manner.
Is there a conspiracy of silence?
A new medicine that keep old people active longer
catches the interest,
Not to forget the lovely story of a disappeared cat
that found its way back home after two years,
and its tearful old owner.
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