Helicopter

From my balcony 
I saw quiet 
No sound came or went 
While I read my book 
No disturbance in the air 
An illusion of peace, 
Incredible. 
I wouldn’t have perceived the chaos buzzing in my phone to be true, 
Did my state of reality lie to me? Or is this news-telling medium untrue,   
 For privilege has no telling of the true state of the world 

As I turned a page,
I heard it. 
From a distance, 
A buzz in the air 
A stupendous size for a fly, I thought
So great it caused my ears to shudder 
And the bloodied red petals of the gardenias to dance its warning 
the blue pot keeping its roots strong and unmoving 
I looked above to see a helicopter,
Not a fly
Twisting and pulling the air to power its flight 
Who’s side are you on?
Are you an angel or a massive bug?

Is the disturbance with a cause or do you fly blind unbeknownst of the quiet people perturbed by your gust.