By: Zoey Greenwald

With our media
We become witnesses

We see tragedy
With our own eyes.

The news:
A state of the art
Horror movie
Shot on location
Right down the street.

Not for the faint of heart
Not for the homes of hearts.

Let politicians yell
“There's nothing to be done”
And let mothers yell
“My baby is dead”

Why must violence consume us?

Blood spilt
Hearts split
Headlines spat

Spat out at us
Each one bigger
And more disgusting

Until we're completely

As of this morning
And as of many

The news prompts me
To cry into a pillow

But the pillow is always turned over
And everything goes back
To normal.

Never mind the tear stains
On the side of the pillow
We can't see.

Nothing ever changes.