Bad News by Sarya Wu

Bad News (23/07/2016)

On the news all I see
are the headlines which scream
Another terrorist attack
Another school shooting

Another war unseen
Another public bombing
As I see the sun rise

And it’s haunting.

Many innocents killed,
whose faces flash on screen
Preserved permanent that way
in how they’re seen.

I wondered if these people had ever stopped to think
Which pictures they would want to be remembered by,-
But then again, I didn’t think they thought they’d die
When they went out for a dance or a walk
That night.

All these men so angsty
With guns in their dreams
Ironically slaughtering the blameless,
They are all so keen.

Have their sympathies been dulled by the weight of the world?
Was their world too vanilla? In need of a swirl?

Has a creator told them to do their bidding?
Or their mental health perhaps, deteriorating?

Then you hear about police men who have accidentally
On purpose
Pulled the trigger
On another black person

Then you hear about police men who have been on purpose
By the suffering and frustration
That can drive a person

All these deaths make us all so sad.
And in this sorrow, there is solidarity
What we must see that this pain exists in you and me,
Regardless of racial or cultural identity

Yet the hatred persists
And so does the loathing,
Believing blaming others is a solution
And not the cause

You cannot cure a gunshot wound with gauze
Unless you take the bullet out.

Unless you find reasons to doubt
That something is rotten in the state of our minds

That something has gotten out of hand in these times
When we are progressing forwards
And backwards into crime

I am not fine with how the news is telling me everyday
What some “important” people are saying
That determine the future

I am not fine with having random shooters
Take the lives of friends and families
In places all around me
Near the homes of my lovers

And all I can do
Is read what’s happening
From my computer.

Show me a plausible way to change what is going on.
Show me a potential in which a single individual can be strong
Against this tidal wave of insecurities of being
Where people like me are scattered like concrete debris-
Useless, unless put together.

Show me a plan for finding the key
Without being paranoid of being idealistic or taken advantage
Nor have the pressure from parents’ love
Who just want us to be happy and safe,
But in the way they want.

Yet, how can we be safe and happy
When the world is evidently dangerous
And lamenting needless losses
Every single FUCKING day

And every time
I find
The courage in me to say something
Still feeling helpless to help
Without the wealth of influence
required to make a step in the right direction

it’s an infection that social media does not seem to help
there’s an inspection within ourselves that needs to be made
telling us what part of us has betrayed our fate into living
to cope
and coping to survive the tides of terrible rides

much so
that we are afraid to confide in people…
content to hide until we combust into a ball of insanity.

that the ability to buy guns and knives
does not make me feel better

nor the prosecution of having different eyes
or darker skin
or an un-Christian religion
or loving someone of the same-sex

that having breasts and a uterus
is not a welcome sign to invade my private space.
i should not feel constantly afraid of rape
when strangers talk to me at night.

who do i have to talk to
to headbutt and tackle these issues,
though i’m critical of my own views
the people who disagree are few

who else needs to die
to convince those who believe
that their lives are worth more
than me or you
and those we seem to

i have overthought and tried to pay my dues
but you cannot choose who you inspire

especially those who pretend to not have a clue

a blind eye to pressing matters
while the world turns madder.

i grow intolerant of the intolerant
short-tempered at the incompetent
upset there is not recompense
for all the ignorance i have met.

learned history only to see it reset
seeing moments that i’ll never forget
thankful i am treated with at least,
some kind of respect
while my guilt rises in debt
with anxiety and sweat.

so who? who can i talk to?
and who will listen?
because all I seem to do
is listen and watch.

who can the bad news go away?
i’ve already said what has been said
left speechless with so much more to say,-

i wish someone would show me the way
to make the bad news go away.