The word I was looking for to describe the poem was hypocracy!
We talk – and talk and talk - and suffer for those who have suffered a tornado, or an earthquake. a tsunami or some other disaster. We talk – and talk with self-righteous anger about abuse, child abuse, elder abuse, the abuse of our natural resources, abuse of power. We talk and talk about politics as usual. We read newspapers and watch television. We talk and talk more, over cocktails, at a party, or over lunch, and then we go shopping.
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