We squabble over crumbs on the floor
While the big pile of money… oops… food
Sits on the table just out of reach.
We eat self-help slogans
Never acknowledging that this game
Of life is rigged against us.
Slogans offer little sustenance.
We dance as the puppet masters
Pull the strings.
We follow the magicians’
Sleight of hand
And allow ourselves to be astounded
With their misdirection.
We obsess with details
Refusing to ever see the big picture.
And we are amazed that we remain
Copyright 2013, Kat Micari
I will post this poem every year until things change in the United States for the better. I feel like this year has allowed more people the time to really reflect on what type of society we should be growing toward. The structures need to be dismantled, and we need to be a population compassionate and active citizens. Will we ever get there? I don’t know.