BYSTANDER APATHY

I see you settle in your haven
And observe how tragedies are to evolve
Blank faces battle a matching burden
But reserve any commotion of resolve

Some one else will take a stand
Let's just wait until the end

Each dying child is always mute
But the bodies cry the more we change the views
And no one's riled or so acute
As if the blood is here to thrill or to amuse

One by one we turn away
Let the cowardice convey

O where are the brave

Plastic heroes are
By intent bizarre

Where are the brave

Even god approves
All intrepid moves