Once again, I put my feet on the street, just to realize that we decreased the level irreversibly.

How can it be that we live in a world where violence is a peccadillo and six guys can rape a girl and torture her to death, just because she wanted to help her lover?

Over and over. She fled into coma to escape the pain.
Using that crowbar. Not showing regret.
Throwing her on the garbage.

How can it be that a little girl can be run over by several cars while people are watching and nobody does anything to help that poor young thing?

Car by car. And the weight of tons turns her small bones into dust.
From afar, they heard her cries but ignored it aghast.

Over and over. She fled into coma to escape the pain.
People are passing by - nobody cares.
Until she finally finds redemption.

How can it be? I wonder how can it be?
This is why I am in conflict and I know that i’m not alone. In conflict with the world we call our own.

And we tolerate it. We sit on our couches and watch the news and we pretend compassion while being happy that it’s not us on the screen, it’s not us in this scene where those people are crying and holding their dearest in arms while they’re pleading and dying.
We do nothing, we just watch them. And thank god it’s not us there, but they are still people and we start to lose it. Or have we lost it long ago?
We are in conflict!