End?

When the ink on newspapers leak printing deaths,

When killing becomes a trend,

You seem to like the new flavour of biscuit with the morning tea,

Is this the end?

Bogged down by work,

You have chores to attend;

In hurry you skip greetings and prayers,

Is it then the end?

When television screens blurt terror attack news,

With your favourite show to begin at 5, you seem indifferent.

Ignorant, as you turn to be,

Are you not progressing towards that end?

If only there was one article on the paper,

One flash of news,

One phonecall,

One loss,

One death.

Would that make you question?

How long is that you could pretend?

To be at ease, to take what comes,

Would you then know the end?

When THAT fear grips you under,

And you realise loss of tools to defend,

Progressing towards mere helplessness,

Won't it be the end?

When anxiety from violence seems like a shadow,

Will you realise the need to amend?

Isn't it the time to act?

The need to voice dissent.

An urge to suspend

rather TRASH resilience.

Only if that one question makes you think,

Only if that one question you cannot forget,

No it's not the end,

Not yet.