I sit staring blankly
Into a computer screen
That shows a six-year-old's eyes
Who died.. how must it have been?
I wonder about my work
And reflect on my success
On how I wanted to make a difference
How dream were limitless
Did I know that such things
Also happen in reality
Children mowed by buses
With such brilliant brutality
What matters is what's on air
What makes people jolt
Even at the cost of our senses
Make it appear as a lightning bolt
The child's mother laments
There are close-ups of her lifeless body
That lies now on her father's lap
Does he also consider the parody...
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