Much that is seen
Remains unsaid
In a land gone mad
With starvation,  anger, and war
We go about the day
From breakfast to bed
As the world’s silent horrors
Storm on and ahead
This is how we stay alive
We cannot process all things
We must move forward to thrive
The living will continue to live
And the dead will stay dead
And we will release the past
As a skin that needs to be shed.