What this is not

A river of blood runs
under the white, blue, and red
of the Russian flag

The dignity of the Olympic rings
is shattered by the human rights
abuses of its hosts

A lone human, blood red,
flayed,
attempts to right all the wrongs
in the world

I sit here
comfortable chair
air-conditioned office
hot coffee

Doing nothing
write a poem
think about evils
stay comfortable

This is not an ode
extolling the virtues
of our heroes

Instead it is
lamenting that I value
my comfort more than
what is right