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 existance is reduced to a shallow meaningless party. Seems that when some innocent die. All we can offer them is a page in a 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