One

The world has its sights set too broad,

always concerned with the average,

the bottom line,

the bare minimum,

“Who cares if one person is hurting?”

“It doesn’t affect me!”

“I prefer to remain neutral”

I find this disconnect, this

apathy

to be more dangerous than any weapon

And I refuse it

I refuse to doze under the warm, comfortable blanket of ignorance,

to let its soft fabrics deafen my ears to the world’s problems,

 to let it smother the fire of compassion that rests in my soul,

I refuse,

And I will rage against that unjust quiet,

that insidious warmth,

that smothering comfort,

Until the day my soul leaves this earth

So:

As long as there is one child ripped from their parent’s arms by masked men,

One student afraid to leave their house and attend school,

One innocent human soul suffering at the hands of another,

That is one too many