Exaggerations

Sometimes when I bring up a topic in conversation, it gets silent. I've been told this is because when people express other views I get upset. I won't accept them; I keep exaggerating the bad parts of the world. I keep insisting that stuff doesn't just happen, that there are people who choose to make bad stuff happen, and that they're around, even in this enlightened time and place. (This is all paraphrases; I may have completely misunderstood the reasons behind the reactions.)

Anyhow. A poem. With links in it. And it may be triggering, ( which is why it's behind this cut. )