Why Bother

My words drown beneath the silence
like an elephant in quicksand
Subjected to all this violence
They tell me to relax and and watch television
Aren't I supposed to be living the dream?
Our worst fear is confrontation
Go ahead and sip your coffee, add your cream
Children with ashy feet beside their women
Winter is approaching; all around tiny flakes float
One man's best dreams are of linen
One man's worst nightmares are of losing the remote