A Chocolate Bar

 Who cares about Orangutans?
They live so far away
And they don't even speak English.
Who cares if they suffer
From the loss of the forest?
All I care about 
Is the awful day at work I had.
I know this chocolate bar
Is full of evil,
But it's the only thing 
That I have to look forward to. 

My entire life is full
Of a million crimes
Unpunished by any law.
I know that I'm wrong
And I know that I'll suffer
When I'm sent to the afterlife,
But I have fifty years left
Before I have to worry about that.

What I try not to think about
Are the people around me
Doing the same things.
A coffee at Starbucks,
A food order from DoorDash,
An article in a newspaper feigning shock
Over the assassination of United Health Care's CEO.
All of us trying
To get through a day
Pretending that nothing's wrong.
All of us trying
To forget the damage we've done
And what will come to us 
Because of it.  

But I'm not a CEO
Or a journalist at a large newspaper.
I'm not someone who runs the world.
I'm just a person
Trying to get through their day.
Doesn't that mean that I should be spared?