the news

the news is uncertain,
this may or may
not have happened.
rumors of war persist,
but they haven't
invaded yet the quiet
of your own life.
you hear about a wave
of sorrow, a fire
of revolution, but
still you are safe,
as you sit and drink
your coffee and check
the scores to last
night's game. you
are untouched, as most
of the world is
but what goes on, by
what makes the head
line news, but you feel
like your day will
come, that no one
will escape for long,
and it's not that you
don't care, it's just
that there is so
much, so much, and so
little you can do
to change things.