Grades of pain

How come I don't recognize
The different grades of pain
When I look at the television
All grades seem the same.
A 16 year old carrying guns
His life made out of war,
A plane crashed in old appartments
Inhabited by poor.
Still the world is not different
From what it was before.

What does it matter, which is worse,
The one that is near?
I just don't get it, how do I know
Which one deserves my tears?
An earthquake in a foreign city
Buried people alive,
An English princess drove in her car
It crashed and she has died.
Still I think it's a beautiful day
When I look outside.

Millions of people are seeing the same
They don't seem to mind.
How can they not be touched by the pain
Does seeing too much make you blind?
Farmers protesting against government rules
They can't earn their bread,
Another drought in a southern country
People starving to death.
Still the children are playing their games,
None of them is sad.

Only some events make people react
I don't understand why
Are there different grades of pain?
When will I learn when to cry?

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