A Million Screens

I feel hopeless, less than worthless;
I see your tears of pain splattered across
a million screens
I hear your cries, adverts of screeching,
starving, scared people
but still I leave you in what
are obviously less than capable hands

Hope less, worthless person.

Not even human, just a person
If I was human I'd fly,
fly to every less than perfect country
and sort
alleviate the problems, the death, the war,
the destruction,
the endless sweat which pours
from your mud splattered skin

Hopeless, worthless person.

I am, I accept the title
which I fully deserve
I buy the trainers, the jackets, the carpets
that make your hands bleed
they leave life long impressions
'Life long'.... a short life long at that
What memories do you have ?
Guns, war, pain, death

Hopeless, worthless person.

I can't remove the murky vision of you
but like those parliamentary slobs
I put you out of my mind
forget about your life
and get on with mine

Selfish, worthless, hopeless person.