Here we sit

Fat with opinion

Bloated with judgement 

Inflamed with entitlement

We have popcorn

We understand.

We watch

On Facebook

On Instagram

On Tik Tok, on TV.

Those people are a problem.  

These people are not.  

We know this

We just know.

Do we know the woman 

Who cries

For her

Kidnapped child?

Do we know the child

Who begs

For food

For a home?

Do we know the old man 

Who screams

For mercy 

From the bombs?

We know them not

But we take a stand. 

The photos 

Are so clear.

Meanwhile

In a gilded room

The suits and uniforms

Maneuver for a checkmate. 

They have power

They understand. 

These people are winners.

Those people are losers.

There they sit

Fat with decisions

Bloated with ideals

Inflamed with entitlement.