the “neutral”

the “neutral”

A Poem by delapruch
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the “neutral”

 

the bigot walks around the empire

head held high

worrying not in the least about the rights of humans cohabitating

with the rest of us &

as long as the bigot’s opinions are not called into question

s/he goes about her/his day

taking part in the systematic oppression of others

taking part in the denial of rights to others that one unappreciatively holds

themselves &

believing in a illusion of “freedom” & “democracy”

which completely stifles the mindset of

progressive change.

 

however,

if the bigot’s opinions are called into question,

they certainly get ornery,

but they do not hide what they think,

rather, they wear it on their shoulder &

bear it to all who ask.

 

and then, there are those say they’re “neutral,”

wanting to keep things the same as they have always been,

so as to not rock their little boat

&

though they know in their own hearts that

the depriving of anyone of those things that they have so easily

gone through their own lives with is fundamentally wrong,

they do not want to admit it aloud

for fear that others will react, quite possibly differing in opinion

with them

&

again,

this would leave goose bumps on their little shoulders,

making them leave the room in tears.

 

when the integrity of the “neutral” is addressed

(because they have done nothing, said nothing---having not even

effortlessly supported the rights of those around them who have

been kept down for so long through signing a petition)

they get thrown into a blathering tizzy &

start throwing fingers out in random directions

claiming that now they feel insulted

by the mere accusation that the indifference which they blatantly show

is a blockade keeping others from thriving &

enjoying life in the same

manner that they do---

these “affected” individuals go on the war path

attacking everyone & anything with more vigor than

anyone could have imagined that they had inside them

only a minute ago &

any onlooker might wonder just where it came from.

 

 

 

 

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..

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