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The Quiet Hypocrisy

A Rant – The Quiet Hypocrisy it seeps in through gradual osmosis and soon is ingrained in pliant minds it mutates and thrives in tunnels of vision and then is fused into the fiber of unreason the quiet hypocrisy that drips of the tongues spouting broken words of unfathomable callousness the mutilated reeking carcass of cynicism obscured by the veneer of polished discourse stinks of inaction and of insipid rationalization the probing and prodding and splintering of each thought curdles the shallow layer of feeling interring the basic simple and only humanity that is gleefully ripped into isolated fragments the quiet hypocrisy of battles fought and of causes embraced is plain to see in the faces of the earnest as they cling onto their bitter loathsome prejudices whilst buying redemption under a placard of well-meaning the quiet hypocrisy of these selective battles waged under the flimsy pretense of caring stinks to the highest heaven promised in mantras and duas and prayers and chants as the spectacle of the apartheid within the mind is worn on each tailored sleeve the choosing of these battles in the name of faith and clung onto simply because of a common creed is a pathetic spectacle of segregated thought buried under the folds of righteous bluster so before you jump on that bandwagon of indignation because 'your' people are in pain take a look at the hidden fascism that simmers just below your holier-than-thou sudden spurt of heartfelt rage for the quiet hypocrisy that is unknowingly imbibed is apparent for all to behold for when the 'other' endure the injustice carried out in 'your' peoples' name you stand mute and silently complicit for your indignation simply melts away as the quiet hypocrisy that is firmly rooted in you exults in pious pretences while 'your' own continue to hate, rape, pillage and slay it saddens me that so much vitriol drips off my pen in such effervescent times but I cringe as each moment another quiet hypocrite rants about the despotism of the 'other' while smiling complacently and smugly and soaking in the quiet hypocrisy of remaining mute about 'my' peoples' own crimes

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