Our War

We are now, as is, a warn torn world.
The desert sand stinging the eyes of youth
here and afar.
The bullets deflating chests
with last breaths and sighs.
The mothers tears and the fathers unheard cries.
And we forget.
We look onward to a screen filled with
tragic news, and heart break.
And as we stare we forget
the most important things sometimes.
Like the silent tears of our neighbors.
Those wars inside homes and
inside hearts.
They're being stung by bullets from the inside out.
Those starving, beaten, fallen.
They are crying, the dust falling
in their eyes.
But we....we don't notice
as we stare onward,
wishfully, but not rightfull thinking,
"We're safe. There's no war
around here."