The news demands sensations,
They stay silent about everyday events.
The familiar wrings no ovations —
Neither grief nor grace.

They have begun to ignore tragedy,
Their own, and all the more a stranger’s,
They want to read about changes —
The next widow is not interesting.

They say: “It’s normal, they bombed again today,”
But what is needed, like an elixir,
Is to hear them announce
The long-already-forgotten
Peace.