Desensitized

I am
becoming
desensitized
to the tragedies
enacted, broadcasted.
violence nests in the vessel
of our hearts and minds; dormant.
guns, knives, bombs, steady hands;
our species is doomed.
numb, I can no
longer cry
or pray.

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