Y do We care

Bunch of fools blabber on and on,
of things to come and things long gone.
Things that they can hardly comprehend,
things they ruin but cannot mend.

Perhaps it is the way of the world,
To comment upon those young or old.
To look into the lives of the innocent few
and twist them around;call it a point of view.

All of this perfectly understandable,
perhaps to the experienced even predictable.
Yet all the consequences some people do bear
instead of asking "Just why do we care?"

Care for the words of those who dont matter
Care for the worlds idle chitter-chatter
Care for things assumed and interpreted
Care for thoughts wrought and corrupted

Why lose sight of what's important?
Over something so gullible and rampant
Why inspite of so much evidence we find
We let our heart be overruled by our mind