Aftertaste Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Death comes up so fast, I continue to laugh.
It's every where I look.
The bodies are starting to pile up.
Over 500,000 dead.
Enough said.
But is it, will it ever be?
Can there ever be an acceptable number?
Some say it is just causalities of our time.
But only if you believe none were preventable.
The error of our ways with harsh political statements.
It's hard to not feel at least slightly jaded in these trying times.
A silent massacre that you never directly see.
Misdirection on what's really important.
Tonight I hold my family a little closer.
Tonight I light a candle for those who can not.
A backwards society, where suffering is okay as long as it isn't right
your face.
Indifference to even your neighbors and coworkers.
The continuation of those thoughts, "but it doesn't directly effect me or my family".
Speaking like their possessions in which you must make concession for.
No guilt, no apologies made.
Responsible for whom.
Position of power squabbled over as the crisis worsens.
Nothing like it has been seen in over century.
Humans with such short attention spans and memories.
A history to repeat.
Arrogance over what we can't see.
We still believe when can blindly beat it.
Outlasting the elusive enemy.
Forgetting it's still there.
Costly mistakes will be made.
Is this a forgivable bitter aftertaste?