Every year there’s a new one
A Diallo, King or me
Clamoring loudly
Broken faces on TV
We ask so many questions
But no one’s forced to answer
With sympathy’s short half-life
Soon most are hoping for the noise to stop
And the questions to disappear once again
Just like us
In our lives
And our deaths
© Gayle Force Press 2003
The WhoDeannyPod 
That reminds me of lyrics from an Ingrid Michaelson song:
the storm is coming but i don’t mind
people are dying, i close my blinds
all that i know is i’m breathing now
i want to change the world
instead i sleep
i want to believe in more than you and me
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