Half
Half a world away, slaves build cities
But in my own world, it doesn't seem to matter
For I still have my craft coffee
And my fresh pair of shoes with the swoosh running down the back
Half a continent away, people have no electricity
But I got my tax break
I will just offer a prayer for them
And then God can remember and I can forget
Half a country away, the powerful grab women
And then whine about what she was wearing
Consumerism has gone too far
I cry, even as I scan the glowing feed of women
Half a state away, Black Wall Street was bombed
And now things seem better
We can all live together
At least me and my fellow gentrifiers
Half a city away, they vote on education
As they hug their lobbied donations
But things could be worse
With my low gas prices, I can send my children to private school
Half a block away, I couldn't tell you what's wrong
Why would I know?
That would be nosy
And I might have to do something