I am frustrated.

I feel so helpless

They do not care,

We become so caught up in our own lives , 

-Why? 

because,

of what little I can do

Nothing I say

will ever be enough;

To actually make a change

And that frustrates me .

I am just a pawn 

forced to live in a world

manipulated by scheming politicians,

billionaire dons, fascist leaders,

 radical deviants each fuelled

by their own  agendas

Toward world domination,

They do not care

when a few of us bear the brunt

of their declarations

They simply see their own  'bigger picture'

where we; we are simply a statistic

And that frustrates me .

Because to be successful today;

You have to be hard-wired to see "the bigger picture"

You have to be able 'qualified'

to Exclude the minor details

The minor details; in this case include people;

people with lives ahead of them ,

family, ambitions, dreams, love .

 our own woes, our own mini petty, tragedies ,

we forget to place faces,

 on the number represented on the headlines;

 that read : "death toll - one hundred and fifteen".

We forget, that unlike us,

in a day or two,

 those families won't forget their dead loved ones

and resume life as usual

they won't wonder how to make their assignment deadline ,

they won't wonder how to make time for that extra hour of sleep ,

they won't wonder when the new iPhone will be released .

They simply, won't, wonder .

Because where is the space for wonderment

 in a life where tomorrow has no certainty ?

Where is the luxury of wonderment

 in an existence that is driven constantly by fear ?

How is it possible to believe in humanity

when death is forever in your pursuit ?

How?

Maybe after this rant , 

I'll go back to life as I know it ,

 because it's the easier thing to do;

To forget the moment

when it all became too much  to deal with:

Not being enough ;

-But

maybe after this rant,

I'll  remind myself everyday 

To be beyond just a statistic

Included in a disillusioned, de-sensitised, de-humanised audience

Maybe after today,

 I'll do my part as little as that maybe 

Because today ; 

I have to believe 

That it takes little cogs in a machine 

To make the dream a reality.