Darfur. Afghanistan. Chad. Sudan.
So many places.
Too many places.
Bleak. Soul-killing. But now we don’t recoil.
People are tired. The horrified quota’s done.
People are tired Of being weary.
25 mill currently internally displaced. 1 bill more by 2050.
Persecution/ conflict/ run for your life
Add: Climate change/ salination/ rising sea levels/ desertification
Displaced. What a word. Rootless.
Wails, sighs, mind numbing gray.
“Enough already!” they say.
So these tired stories,
Drop off the front pages, tucked in some place.
Not too near that ad for a sale
Or that Wal-Mart story, Wall Street bonuses, all’s well.
People are tired.
So they limit.
The boat people, remember, hungry, wet and abandoned, on the high seas?
They’re going to build a wall, now, to keep people out, land that technically, historically speaking, all said and done, is theirs.
So many more.
Blessed are the meek, the abandoned, the despairing, take faith, for the heavens shall visit upon them.
Too much misery. Too much suffering. Much too much pain.
If there were something like a sympathy/empathy threshold. It has long gone.
Sigma pain is much too much.
An interesting change to observe.