We get told
We sit here and get old
As the headlines press and pant,
Force you to react – stick you
To the machine.
For all we know,
All the dead animals
Are men; children
Women trapped and knowing
It, eyes glazed.
The figures are impossible,
Improbable, true.
The money incredible,
Ridiculous, true.
We are global [a world apart]
Connected [divided]
Turned on [eyes glazed].
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