From the Greece of the South,
the privileged princess fiddled with her phone
while the Rome of the North burned,
for she was physically,
if not socially
distanced
from the inferno—
a charcoal mask she deemed necessary
to cleanse the pores of injustice—
for it wasn’t her community,
business,
or job
being torched,
reduced to burning rubble,
or put on the back burner.
Those were just big-city problems,
happening to those who should pay
for someone else’s crime.