Our own little dystopian utopia

Everyday I wake up,
Another murder,
Another rape,
Another war,
But this is the world we live in.
Children starve,
Mothers cry,
Fathers die,
Families are not permanent.
A penny to the poor,
A dollar to the worker,
A million to dominion,
That's how life is to be lived.

This is the day no tears are shed
when another kid's found dead,
when another bomb is dropped,
when another person is shot,
when another revolution ends,
when another war is fought.

We live in the age of theoretical love.
We live in our own little dystopian utopia.