I read about your anger,
Experience your provoking nature.
Your activism angst about peoples’ suppression, oppression
do get lost in my mundane life of standard living.
The bivouac of my existence
Chortles at your belligerent insistence.
Your venom
prods and questions.
The putrid waft of activism.
Your spittle foams , sprinkles, infrequent
Infecting my environment with your anger.
I quaff the champagne , toast to world peace
Isn't that sufficient ?
Should I rant, burst ?
Knock the flimsy walls and eruct ?
Hoarsely scream, protest
on daily rapes, murders and incest ?
My harbor is apathy.
Moored safely in my smudged reality.
Does your colored anger
Always bedaub tsunami tears of injustices ?
Radiate the unobservant
with fervid questions ?
The oppression, repression of
the people you claim - I smile in pity.
Your attention seeking vulgarity.
My impassivity is the rebuttal
to the onslaught of fugacious worlds causes.
The shining halo of ordinary.
Unmoved by life fraught with excessive monstrosity.
The peoples world is rich with injustices.
Why shatter its miasmal bounty ?
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