What is this world coming to?
What has this world already begun?
Many are at fault, but the blame coexists with denial.
It is transposed to someone else and hidden from the true culprit.
The actions of one die within the deaths of a thousand.
We shrug for one life yet are horrified by one hundred.
We shrug for one life yet cry for a million.
At the same time it's another statistic.
Another grave comes into existence.
Who can survive what we've all created?
Maybe not I nor you.
Someone will succeed in recovering the vicious truth.
Someone will see the aftermath when the smoke clears.
Maybe not I nor you.
But someone will. And go on.
And it will repeat yet again.