Apathy

 They said they'd give us
Bread
And  circuses.
Enough food to live on.
Entertainment to dull the pain.
They said they'd give us
Enough to live.
But instead they took away
Our right to survive.

When we look up,
We see them
Staring
At us.
Looking at us with empty,
Thoughtless,
Eyes.
What they feel,
If they feel anything at all,
Is a mystery.

The city is theirs.
They built it with their money,
Though not with their own 
Two hands.
The city was built 
By people.
By those who needed money
To participate in a society
They were not allowed to build. 
The city  is theirs,
But they forget who gave it to them 
In the first place.

Now they don't want 
To even pretend
That they care about us.
They only wish that we would go away.
They say just enough to placate us,
Just enough
So that we'll stop banging on the walls
Of the towers of glass
They built for themselves.

Why do we keep working?
Why do we keep giving them
All they need
To keep pretending 
That they don't need us?
How much longer 
Until we look around 
And remember;
We are a trapped in a glass house,
And all around us there are stones.