An epithet to those it may concern
A reminder of why there is vilifying discern
Hatred beyond comprehension, words too vile
But have no means to properly communicate it
For it would be too upfront in our modest society
Where we keep the thoughts concealed
Away from our delicate ears
Leaving it lying about, as it might cause wounds.

Do you remember our problems, clear as day?
Do you see why, we lack any logical movement?
In the face of adversity, in the guilds of the damned?
To problems easily mended by small contribution?


It is because we lack drive, to assist the common man
Far more palpable to watch their suffering
We stand idly by, like lifeless mannequins
While great evil happens all around us daily
But we mute our senses to it, block it from entering our worlds
For no other reason, for no greater purpose
Because we are scared, spineless children.

Your apathy is my hatred
To sheepishly dance under a Tyrant's reign
Your refusal for closure is my disgust
To open new books only to never look back
Your denialism is why many people are in misery
And yet you look on and say "Oh, well."

There will come a day where your selfish acts
Will refuse to work in your favor ever again
Maybe in the future, you will realize
You are simply galactic dust
Endlessly fighting to find meaning
Like our brethren, who is also striving
And eventually, your cowardice will give way
And you cannot hide from the world any longer.

But for now, we will settle
For a simple gesture of spite
That I won't ever be afraid to disclose
I sincerely hope, that you will find yourself
In excruciating pain, in incomprehensible horror
And one will look on, remembering what you have done
Only for them to say, with no remorse or stutter:

"You are not my problem."