Bodies sans animation

Who cries for Iraq? Just her people really, I guess. We all have our own problems. Who is pained for the single life? So perfectly loved, unequivocally loved. Who sings for the souls that are being burnt?  As society tears at its enemy, it reaches to harm its own other. Who teaches ourselves the knowledge we need to gain when we see atrocity?

 

I fear we are beyond control. I fear the world is on the edge. Cataclysm might befall. Doom impending. Might the world fall in upon itself? To what level can we grow before we begin sag in upon ourselves? The fraying at the edges of the world are getting warm…spreading. Soon they will alight with a fire that may set the whole upon itself with an unquenching thirst.