split attentions in poetry

during the rise and reign
of even the worst dictators and monsters
people still gotta eat
people still gotta sleep
we still have birthdays and jobs
still have sex, still watch teevee
still have normal moments of toil
still have our little personal joys
and boy, do the monsters
exploit the hell out of
our split attentions
they use the fact that we
have to have our lives
in the middle of all this
that we have to breathe
in the middle of all this
that we can only take so much
in the middle of all this
to overwhelm us and
rain their hate and avarice down
onto the world
somehow we have to be better
I have no idea how to be better
but we somehow have to be better