Valley Of The Eye That Death Made Blind Poem by James McLain

I see a child that tells adults to shut up.
The child spends every waking moment, alive
while dead, watching brain numbing cartoons.
I see a mother, that watches helpless people
on the Internet beheaded, she says, with dull knives.
A mother in the middle of every heated argument
from the winds of death valley, to many have parted.
My judgement tells me how to think, what not to do.
The urge to do the right thing, a constant battle.
I must ignore this, that is why I'm here to read it.