What about the Others?

A flurry of words I will bring to you to explain the things that we go through. Some might be good and some might be harsh but all have weighting in this swollen marsh of a land that we call existence that we endure through the persistence that we gain day to day by doing meaningless things that make us feel better about ourselves, so we can find comfort in the joy they bring. Every moment, someone is in pain and no one gains from the destruction of life. But every three seconds, somewhere in the world, a family goes through the strife of seeing a loved one die while the rest of the world just see another second go by. Time of old and things that we behold are different. Before, virtues where honoured and payment was salt. Now virtues are cursed and people exalt power because they all want a piece of it just so they can feel the energy running through them, all the while knowing, they have the power to destroy someone again and again. But why do I bother telling you something that, no doubt, by now, you have already claimed to know? I tell you because, if you knew, your feelings don't show. You shed a tear over death of a loved one, but that is just the life of one. What about all the others who die every moment? Just a question...