How Can You Eat Poem by HB Rita
How Can You Eat
Anders Breivik, Stephen Paddock
Where aren't they?
This country, that country
Between you, between me
They have survived the delusional misery everywhere
There are more pigs
Swallowing humanity and judgement
You see people die
You see people are killed
The innocent child of a mother
Flow in the bloodstream valley
You see them dying turning the TV channel on
Or on a news page
You listen to the history of bisected bodies
You see how unknown people are laying dead
But you do not stop
Take a sip of a coffee without any hesitation,
You look for delicious dishes
You forget about the human flesh
You have just seen
You do not stop enjoying eating
I Say, hey!
How can you eat while people are killed?
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4/26/2024 5:43:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Anger, grief and sorrow are legitimate human emotions and they have a very special place in literature. In today's overwrought world of " positive thinking, " the cathartic and transformative value of such expression is often under-valued. Thanks for writing and sharing!
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