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
Quietly Making Noise 