Please, just die quietly

Must you be so noisy,

disturbing my peace?

You make me uncomfortable,

with your needy photos.

Don’t play dumb,

you know perfectly well what I mean.

Picture after picture,

of your bloody selves.

Of parents holding you, you, dead children.

Of you, children, holding your dead parents,

or siblings,

or friends.

(Is there really a need for the blood? So gross)

I want to be happy today,

And, I don’t know what you want me to do,

with these pictures.

Himmler’s victims suffered too,

but had the decency to be gassed without fussing.

The Chinese women of Nanjing,

were polite enough to be raped without announcement.

Thank the lord above… the Tulsa negroes,

did not need to have their pictures taken in 1921.

Anyway, I’ve made my point.

I’m not asking all that much,

Please, just die quietly.