dark
sinister
filled
with violence
despair
tears
on the streets
some days are hopeless
and millions
upon millions are the people
equally so

some days – if you're unlucky,
most days –
are so deep
so full
in their misery
it's enough to make you deny
everything

man saws off huskey's head
man slaughters 5 year old (with knife)
women shakes child

and oprah
asks
why

why
she
asks, again,
and again
angry

why are we like this
why are we compelled
to push
and push and push
into the corners of evil

why can't we just stick to science?

and sport?

Good eating
and good thoughts?

why, she asks

as if she doesn't muffle screams too...
just like you
as if she doesn't keep the mirror occupied
late into the night
like me

truth is
some days are just like this

we are people

and people must