It was a normal morning when <br />-like any other- <br />I opened the newspaper. <br /> <br />It was a normal newspaper <br />-with normal articles on the latest <br />war and human destruction <br /> <br />It was a normal war on <br />a normal wednesday morning <br />but then <br />I realized the absolute abnormality <br />in this <br /> <br />and cried. <br /> <br />For how can it be normal <br />that we're so used to <br />the blood, pain, tears and hate <br />on out photos and hands <br />-that we've become numb <br />to our own inhumane impact on the world?<br /><br />Old Teenage Poems<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-normal-wednesday-cry/
