driven to tears

how can you say that you're not responsible?

what does it have to do with me?

what is my reaction

what should it be?

confronted by this latest atrocity

driven to tears. hide my face in my hands

shame wells in my throat

my comfortable existence is reduced to a shallow meaningless party

seems that when some innocents die

all we can offer them is a page in some magazine

too many cameras and not enough food

'cos this is what we've seen

driven to tears. protest is futile

nothing seems to get through

what's to become of our world

who knows what to do

driven to tears.