Tell it to the five year old
Whose home was blown away
And since the hurricane passed,
Has no home in which to stay.
Tell it to the grieving mother
With tears upon her face
Who now sets the table
With one less dinner place
Tell it to the jobless man
Whose family must be fed
For business needs of his former job
Doesn’t care if they’ll be dead.
Tell it to the elderly
Whose prescriptions won’t be filled
While drug companies only care
If their greed is being billed
Tell it to your neighbor
In the driveway as you pass
You parked your car forever
Due to outrageous price of gas
Avarice and Greed became
The new laws of our land
Corporations buy officials
To advance their corporate brand.
You till the land;
Nose stinks of sand.
You water throat;
Tum suffers gloat.
Like no difference;
Hope paints absence.
Like dreaming soil;
Seedlings seem spoil.
Cum every phase;
Fruits count on days...
Cum every need;
Mouths wish to feed...
Those that till..., stay!
Those for fruits..., stray!
A heart filled with fear ,
A soul vanishes in between,
Valleys and mountains gossip,
A figure will not be seen today .
Chains break under his words ,
A violent way to welcome me warmly,
A home in foreign ways ,
A king to seize my city again .
Kiss me endlessly,
When you go out don't forget ;
Death watches waiting to ambush ,
Keep from those with sweet words .
those that condemn will never be gone, they’ll wither in indifference
A language loss from inexperience
Reality
Foot immersion and crimes of indifference
These are crimes of a financial nature
The poor are a protected minority
Protected by poverty laws
These laws enlighten people
In the articles of hate crimes
Please challenge your mind to read
And thus acclimate to a discussion you
Are skewing
Remember the government is not a business
And is not capable of turning a profit
In phrase
Unjusting a penny?
Also I found that writing a law into the books
Requires blind Jewish criminals to worship
Their religion again
I was looking at a dying man who was asking me for a stone I had in my pocket. He wanted it to survive, but he was a sinner—because a book said he made fun of people and abused them. I watched him grow pale and wondered: should I help him because of his situation, or let him die because of his deeds? Then I thought, why should I care? And I continued walking along the footpath.
a growing indifference
roses and thorns will not release me
I try to get along, ‘doesn’t come easy
it isn't the money or the phony power play
y' just don't want me in the most familiar way
I've seen your eyes with a new distance
that won't be denied, a growing indiff'rence
oh yes, oh my
poor me, and mine
no burning rubber, 'hardly rollin' slow
talk to your lover, go, tell him, let him know
that I've seen your eyes, stranger than fiction
that won’t be defined, a growing indiff'rence
I guess, love resigned
poor me, and mine
now, from a distance
a growing indiff'rence
change clothes and go
poor me, change clothes and mine
and go, and mine
Freedom is a bird with broken wings in the modern world, trapped in invisible cages of indifference,
Reflecting destiny as a silent shadow, the immutable aspects of existence embrace us with cold arms,
Death, an artist of limits, carves the boundaries of our lives with the chisel of relentless time,
Each human being becomes a prisoner in their own freedom, building an invisible prison with choices.
We are born free, but the irony of fate makes us builders of walls, raising barriers between dreams and reality,
True freedom is not political, but a delicate dance between choice and the inevitable,
The possibility of self-realization becomes a play of shadows and light, a duel between desires and limits,
How we confront our boundaries becomes the ultimate art, a commitment to destiny in each day lived.
In every choice, a window opens to infinity, but we fear to look beyond the bars of habit,
Destiny calls us to embrace its rigor, to make it part of our daily story,
True freedom is a silent rebellion, an acceptance of the inevitable, yet an exploration of the possible,
In this world of contradictions, we find ourselves, both captive and free, creators and prisoners alike.
When the world turned darker by punishing the strange,
we did nothing.
When the world turned darker by punishing the weak,
we did nothing.
When the world turned darker by punishing the few,
we did nothing.
Now that the world has lost its light,
I hear screaming.
Did the world actually turn dark?
Or did I close my eyes?
I cannot tell...
I kissed my lips,
And drank the juice of silence.
I kissed your lips,
And drank the juice of metamorphosis.
Why two tasted like same?
It no longer beckons as it did before,
Now it waits, just beyond the door,
Whispering softly, tempting the heart,
To accept again and play the part.
To embrace the pain, forget the cost,
Of suffering caused and what was lost.
The pull felt to give in once more,
Selfish desires shake it to it's very core.
Indifference tries to close it's heart,
But it must act, It can't depart.
Laziness will not be a guide,
It must find strength and push aside.
Discipline calls, and it must trust,
An outcast owes itself that much.
Indifference causes hearts to drift away,
even if tranquil eye be nonjudgmental,
since as long as soul’s in this vessel of clay,
to nurture love, kind touch is fundamental,
even better still, if we engage in play,
with interaction both mindful and gentle.
Sadly ghosting loved ones has become the norm;
lost is childhood innocence, tender and warm.
Bits of pieces,
Scattered around,
To pick them up,
is what must be done,
Shifted about,
The broom sweeps,
What left underneath,
Is none of my concern,
Scoured away,
Evanesced by each beating minute,
Concealed far apart from my sight,
There is nothing to be noticed,
Cipher left behind,
Nullity lingers here,
Nothing was here,
Indifference, it never was.
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024
INDIFFERENCE
free verse
I’ve seen it all, and everything’s the same
Perhaps a slight tweaking here and there
But nothing rises up to affect me deeply
Maybe I don’t believe in those extremes
And willingly to just accept the mediocre
Hear me say under my breath, I care not
For me, I only welcome my indifference
rhyme
As for me, see me just shrug
I have no heartstrings to tug
Nor any grave that I have dug
And have no need of any hug
My program is easy to debug
You may think that I’m smug
Aware that I can pull the plug
As dodging bullets is my drug
The color of hope
The color I wish to see staring right back at me
The sun sets
Orange of the souls rise
The sun rises
Orange of the reminders of their love sets
No one ever loves Orange
But you make me want Orange in my life forever
You deserve better then my bright red
But mabey we can make an even brighter color together??
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