White man’s lament II

please protect me
from seeing trauma
while no one protects you
from the blood the bullets
the teargas the concussion grenades razorwire
the fire and the hate

tell the truth
repackaged for me
that I might consume
without having to see
without having to consider
its ties to me directly
it’s not my fault
my house
my electricity
ruins your land
defiles your dead
I just live here
I don’t kill anyone
but don’t show me
your blood flowing freely