Observe (poem)

There's noise outside these glass windows
A creaking, silent, see-through sea
Behind blades of grass are bouncy balls
And the wind can shake once steady tree

Now cars and planes go zooming by
Not slowing down for yesterday
The conscience of them all can't hide
And, pretty soon, they'll be its prey

You're sitting there with empathy
They're tearing you apart
It's making me the worse for wear
And you don't even seem to care