Unapologetic

your eyes, like my eyes, like all eyes, open & close to the beat of our mind being fed stimuli & we make sense of it all in the back rooms of our brains, with the accompaniment of all sounds & feelings--- this makes it easy to come to a thought, when all the machinery is in check & yet a conscience, one that becomes afflicted by those things that it cannot qualify, that the thinking mind cannot find reason to get behind with, this implement of human compassion does not come to us all in the same manner--- so when it does, when the eyes see things that the mind will not agree with & when the thoughts produced are manufactured into words & then cultural expression of any kind, to apologize for the deaths inflicted upon others by a tyrannical state, a domineering & horrific empire, marching filthy pigs stampeding through the neighborhood, hired killers signing up for the next SWAT on a protest or for the rounding up of dissidents who refuse to numb their passionate pulse, this is simply a crime against our very humanity & yet it is one which so many act out, everyday, as if their own lives will somehow go on, unaffected by the rest of the world.