Passively scouring the media
Sifting through human remains
Am bombarded my eyes shot red
Left riddled with half-cooked notions
I trod on in ether all teared
Through the bardwired wide world web
Seeking not knowing what
Respite from the pain perhaps
Of seeing them deadly aims
I stand idle in oceans of hate
Watching the waves of utter despair
I am but the sum of the day
Western Zilch
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