I think about myself

I think about myself and pick out grey hairs in the mirror while a generation starves to death. for the most part they're left without food or parents by now. I watch them seek shelter in the remains of schools reduced to rubble. the cities are empty shells, demolished by bombs manufactured with the science and material funded by the taxes from my payslip. I think about myself and check my phone while the amputees wait for death on rags in what's left of hospital hallways. there are no more supplies to treat them or any of the massacre survivors. children broadcast the scenes from their phones. doctors can do nothing but starve with those they lack the tools to care for. I think about myself and desperately want more while I witness a holocaust from the comfort of the couch. the people shout for sanctions and the men in suits use big words. screams of children flee another village up in flames. rattle of empty pots against the fence. not enough rice for even half a bowl to feed a family. I think about myself and wonder what it takes to wake me up. the news is bad and my fridge is full but I still ride to the shops for something to do.