“THE RISE OF THE APATHY”

She wakes up with her sense of apathy;

that dark, little room so empty.

She watches her once peaceful, earthly heaven

slowly crumbling and broken.

                                    

“Who started this?”

she wonders aloud.

Was there a lot that she’d missed?

Now all she often sees is hate;

brazen rage like the opening of the hell’s gate.

 

She sees them pointing at each other,

acting like they’re always better.

Are those forsaken rumours true?

What can she ever really do?

 

“I guess they’re not as tolerant as they think they are,”

she silently wails through her broken heart.

Some tell-tales are just full of toxic,

making everybody feel sick.

 

Now apathy is her invisible armour

to the endless violence outside her castle’s door…

 

R.

(Jakarta, 6/9/2013 – 10:24 pm)