What you claimed to feel
was empathy.
What you truly felt
was irritation. 

How dare the news intrude
with bombs and othered misery
upon that safety you’ve
been building? 

You do feel a little ashamed
at this self-interest,
but you are pleased 
that you have stopped briefly

to consider others
you will never meet.
People you will never 
be. Lives you are certain

will not touch yours.
This is why your people
migrated here, after all:
to be untouched by others.