the riot down below

there is a riot out in the street.
I can see that
from my window, five stories up.
cars are over turned,
fires burn.
there is unease about
the system.
i'm eating
nuts from a jar,
drinking hard liquor.
I have no interest
in the politics
below.
a good book, a good nights sleep.
dinner
and love
seem to be enough
these days
to keep me from marching.
they can have their turn.