Virtually Empty

We sink uneasily

into our corpulent bodies

bloated with excessive

ingredients that never satisfy.

Longing for relaxation,

to close our eyes

erase the schoolbus in Yemen

and the children dead by U.S.

complicit

silence

means support.  How much do you pay

Jeff Bezos for slave labor?

There is no simple purchase

in this world.  The cheap

throwaway is detrimental

even fatal to another being.

We cruise virtual aisles

filled with pirated plunder,

exclaiming with pride

what a bargain,

uttering an oath

at a hint of true cost.

The one percent dine

on delectables snatched

from our local noses.

Guards patrol gardens

and we huddle, hungry,

at the entry gates

of the promised land,

heads bowed,

eyes glazed

as we enter the flickering

screenshots of a more

palatable feast,

one click away.

 

Inspired by:  Relaxation, Detrimental, Corpulent,  and Oath.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

8 thoughts on “Virtually Empty”

  1. That was the perfect poem for me today, Victoria. I’m still recovering from the self-inflicted indulgences of the past few days. Some friends operate ethical business so I justify my indulgences my directing them way. But still it was too much. Meanwhile my kids have busted my internet cap. We regularly increase it, but more is never enough. I cannot access online news, so no news is good news, or Netflix either to dull the mind.

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