National Poetry Month: day 29/poem 29

I wrote this next poem on 1/2/1993 but it could almost be written today.

News Blues

I open my door
Step onto my trash covered floor
Run to my unmade bed
To rest my hung over head
I turn on the TV’s muted news
While the radio plays the blues
I didn't need to hear the newscasters
Only needed to see the pictures
Of a twelve year old’s rape
All on home video tape
As I step into the shower
I feel I have no power
Over what I hear and say
The pain never goes away
Bryant Gumble says with a smile
Don’t you dare touch that dial
More death and violence
God, can we ever have silence?