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.