A body burns behind the lens,
Smoke curls into algorithms.
Click. Archive. Swipe again.
It’s pain, but you’ll never feel it

Children scream in JPEG flame,
Named “Conflict Zone” with no known name.
A thumbnail martyr, pixel-thin,
Devoured, shared, and tagged as sin.

Corpselfie, freeze the grief in frames,
Hang despair in picture chains.
Mute the scream, crop the cry,
Feel nothing as the others die.

Blood leaks slow from shattered eyes,
But filters drown the softened cries.
You stare but only long enough
To say: “The world is so messed up.”

Empathy drained through image loops,
Apathy bloomed in captioned troops.
No prayer, no rage, no action near,
Just numb thumbs scrolling past the fear.

We collect corpses like trophies.
We remember through forgetting.
Pain becomes beautiful, when it’s not ours.

Corpselfie, passive witness to the dead,
Artfully framed, aesthetically bled.
You saw the wound, you said “how sad”,
Then moved on to whatever ad.

It is burning.
It is torn.
You are watching.
You are bored.

Inpired by Susan Sontag’s “Regarding the Pain of Others”. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Regarding_the_Pain_of_Others – It is an AMAZING read.