TALK IT OVER-From a Muslim whose heart aches

Today when I read the newspaper,
It should have shocked my heart.
But the fact is that,
It seems very dead;
Wanting some fun,
But for my brothers I don't care.
I sit and enjoy, relax,
Drink a sip of pepsi;
Sit and talk over about it all,
Over a cup of coffee;
About all that goes on
That they do to us.
I ponder over the facts,
They are not the first ones,
Killed.
They are my brethren,
But I don't care.
I just want to indulge,
In my own affairs.
My brothers are dying,
But I think I'll try
To talk out of it somehow.