The Lesser of Two Evils

They keep us starving

and in our own

separate

corners

Then

they toss a plate

of weevils

into the middle.

We fight

and scratch

and grab

to get what we need

forgetting

WE are supposed to be

the ones

in charge

But we are too busy

comparing who got

the bigger,

the better,

the most

of the scraps

thrown at us

from both sides.

Yet at the end of the day

we’ve been left

eating

bugs