© Christopher Raine


A Bottle Tossed

Somewhere inside my head
when the devils are left to play
I imagine all the horrors
that seem so far away

Somewhere in an exotic land
while my coffee is growing cold
somewhere along the way
where life is bought and sold

A child cries in the distance
as his family is torn away
his limbs all hacked and mangled
for some sacred holy day
A bottle tossed to the ocean
and a baby washed up on the shore
another family lost and murdered
while millions close their doors

It’s happening somewhere else
someplace far from today
it’s got nothing to do with me
it’s so easy to turn away

It’s so strangely incongruent
not something you can conceive
Ii’s too damn real to be true
too improbable to believe

Yet, it’s sadly dark and real
the horrors that they face
our privileges have a cost
and reveal our own disgrace