I sit here and scroll
A video pops up next
Its subject?
Oh my.

It talks about how grandparents are running our country
And grandchildren on the streets
Waiting to die.

What am I?

I’m reluctant to touch my phone
When I know many don’t have one at all.
I look at the paint that I so dislike
But some don’t even have walls.

Why should I worry about finding someone to fall asleep next to
When some can’t fall asleep
Due to bombs dropped over their heads?

Or those permanently asleep
Because the grandparents who reek
Of power vacuum and green
Turn a blind eye to their deaths?

I put the phone down, look up.
How many people have it better than me?
Just like me?
Worse than me?

As ear touches pillow
Tear touches eye
Because I don’t have to worry
About when I will die.

And those who do
Can’t open each other’s eyes
Why, oh why

Am I just one person?

How is one person supposed to fight?
To change?

I know so many things that are wrong with the world.
Power over people
Money over mountains
Of needs that haven’t been met.

But what can I do?
I’m not a corporation.
I’m not an organization.
I’m just me.

Me isn’t enough.

So I turn to apathy.

I eat my meals knowing somewhere they don’t have them
I listen to music knowing somewhere it’s amusing
To ruin lives
For appetite
Of death over centuries-old grudges

And I…
Sit here and scroll