and while we look, while we listen

and while we look at the endless FaceBook stream,
while we listen to the endless talking heads,
the bills we never heard about pass through the legislature,
we're too busy, too upset, to notice
until it's too late and the ink is dry,
the sky darkens with soot,
the sick become sicker,
the pockets of the wealthy swell
and the Master of the Illusion smiles
in his penthouse, tweeting through the early
morning about wire taps and Obama and
Rosie O'Donnell or whoever
while Ryan and Bannon and the others
print out the bills and call their brethren to
sign.
we must wake up.