Same Bone

The seat-back TVs with their myriad of options 
Do not work
Nor do the power outlets  

As the batteries drain on our devices
our electronic pacifiers lie useless in our laps
We are left with our complaints of unmet expectations
Watering our seeds of arrogance and indignation 

We are certain that we know more than those in charge
Our plight is worse than the person across the aisle 
All are fools

But look inside yourself 
Are we not all of the same bone?
Clothed, shaded and shaped differently 
But still the same? 

Until we truly see this 
Then it is we who are the fools