Being Uncivilized

So says my neighbor to my right, "Well, it's not OUR problem, for heaven's sake!
We have our own issues to deal with first, you can't expect us to help everyone
else-it's complete madness!"

My neighbor to my left eagerly argues-"Yes, that makes sense, but we must at least
TALK about the situation. I mean people are dying- we should help them in some way- those pitiful creatures- it should be our duty to educate and help those less civilized."

And we all came home to our respective families and watched the news,
The deaths are up, the dollar is down, the crimes yet more inhumane.
The wives cry- "How dreadful! Those poor people!" Yet they don't know who
Or what they are speaking about. They just like to be pitiful and complain.

Life goes on. The working body sore,
The dry mouth thirsty, the women mourn.
We sit, engorge, and are depressed about OUR lives- a complete series of bore.
Great men whisper of simple solutions,
When it's said and done, the world is still torn.

And what would I do? Why 'survival of the fittest', of course!
I would place every overpriveledged and overpriced human on the stage!
Go gladiators!- show no remorse.
Those fat, greedy monsters would turn into warriors worthy of Sparta- Release
them from their cage!

The poor, disable, mute, and blind
Would realize the truth behind the lies;
That these monsters were, in fact, considered of a civilized kind!
Then they would celebrate the justified deaths of those whom they despise