You should care.

I scream, I wail, I bawl,

But all they hear is silence.

Deafening silence.

I attempt to believe that my cries just aren't loud enough.

That my chest doesn't reverberate enough when I weep,

That 5.6 isn't enough to make them wake up,

That my tears don't drench enough homes,

That forcing them to breathe in the dark ash blanket that the sky has become

Still isn't enough.

They are burning.

I am bleeding.

They are benefiting. 

Temporarily.

Is it silence…or ignorance?

Are they aware or oblivious to my weakened state?

Why do they not care?

Those thousand of years ago they did, 

When greed was a foreign concept, when land was communal.

When they cared.