the “neutral”A Poem by delapruchna.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.
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Added on May 12, 2012 Last Updated on May 12, 2012 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: 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..Writing
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