In the Boredroom

Marge Piercy

Do they yawn, these masters

of our fate and wallets

as they cast their weighted

dice together, as they weight

our lives and find them

negligible as we do when

we swat a fly?

 

Do they they still find it

exciting as they plan

a war or an election.

a tax break or a politician

bought for less or more

than they judged him

worth? Is it still fun?

 

Is it just routine now-

a famine in Bangladesh

a strike crushed in West

Virginia mines, a plague

ignored in the Congo,

a carcinogenic drug

widely advertised.

 

The draperies are drawn.

We have no spies

in those high places.

Our phone calls recorded,

our IDs stowed in files

but they remain almost

invisible to us.

 

 


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