Indifference is dangerous
when responsibility's ignored;
turning from the coming darkness
to that over which you lord.
How is it that you've permitted
the ruin of your precious ink and vellum?
Have you purposefully submitted
to numerical values as ultimate sum?
Apathy is poisonous,
necessities' too easily shrugged,
as Hope's position's perilous,
you accept it as though drugged.
How is it you've lost sight
of that for which your fore-fathers fought?
Now, who's left to guard Democracy's Light,
while you quibble over that which you bought?
Ambivalence is blackness,
this you must know, now, as true;
it's influence is disastrous,
it consumes red, white, and blue.
How could this have occurred,
that the beacon's gone untended?
What is it that's left you so unstirred
to maintain the Light that was first intended?