americans idle

We sit and wait
And watch
In our spare time.
We make a cogent
Comment or two when
A friend or companion
Wonders.
We may grumble
And gripe and
Maybe even complain.
But we still
Do
Nothing.
We text msg.
To choose the next
Mediocre talent,
But can’t name
Our congressmen
On a bet.
Not that it would
Do any good.
Neil Young sings
About it
But he’s
Eminently ignorable.
After all,
He’s Canadian.
And Bruce?
This time, he’s
Making us all feel
Good.
In the end,
Of course,
It comes down to
Simple
Math.
Are you willing
to let
him Die
For this cause.
It’s your
Choice.
Yes, ultimately
It is. And if so yes,
him, do you want
To see what he looks like
First?
Who he (or she) is?
The family?
The kids?
And if it’s OK
For it to be him,
Then
It becomes
A matter of
Addition.
How many hims
(Or hers)
Finally Equals
Victory?
Or, maybe just
Enough?
Simple Math.
Not the new math.
The old math.
The kind this world
Has always done,
Because no one stops
it.