A Living Ghost, It's Us

On seeing news feed,

I'm always deep fed,

When I get it to read,

That stays in my head,

Weaves me like a thread.

Human values lost,

Living like a ghost,

Expressing through the post,

Haunted by feelings almost,

And moving on like a host.

We're addicted to the taste,

Of someone's pain like a beast.

Our selfishness stands like a mast.

That always ready to vilify and roast,

And every time likes to boast.