Creative | Katie Mathews |  August 11th, 2025.

The day begins like the one before.

 A senator cracks an egg, yolk spilling,

 While just up the road, a child cracks their head

 on the pavement, running, desperate for escape.

 One life sizzles in a pan,

 the other pools in the street,

 both met with indifference,

 accidents, they’ll call them.

The senator’s yolk drips like blood,

 But only one will be deemed a tragedy.

 How does one stop an accident?

 The answer’s simple,

 But they’ll only talk about the price of eggs.

Tomorrow, when a senator wakes up

 A child will walk to school,

 One will scramble their eggs,

 The other will wave goodbye to life.

Tomorrow, when a senator sits down to a plate of eggs,

 A child will hear a pop,

 Feel a bullet,

 and become another statistic.

And when it’s all over,

 When the eggs are cracked and the blood is spilled,

 They’ll say “thoughts and prayers” into a phone at the breakfast table

 and go back to their feast.

So tell me, Senator,

 Which is worth more?

 A meal for the powerful

 or the life of a child?