There’s an epidemic that’s unfortunately underreported in our lands.
It’s spread its inflexible, inhumane grasp around its victims
And while they still think they’re healthy, strips them of their humanity.
Replaces it with moral profanity, deceiving the mind with big words and small feelings to the point of vanity.
Enmity slithers its way through the cells of the mind as the snake steals away every drop of your common sense and conscience, replaces it with a mind that believes that insanity is normalcy and emotional attachment is philosophical blasphemy.
It’s a sickness, a plague, I guess you could call it a kind of heart disease.
Scholars, monks, and wise men call it apathy.

See, the dictionary defines it as emotional emptiness.
The inability to experience anything of inner significance.
She, was a mother that lived just like any other would live like. She treated her daughter with love, never with a belt, her skin never felt a strike.
Love was all there was, a perfect picture of what familia should look like am I right?
But this photo is photoshopped to the nth degree because something lurked through the picture frame that cropped out the daughter’s soul. Maybe her Love cells short circuited or maybe she was just born with a heart two sizes too small. It doesn’t really matter.
Because she grew up and left her mommy behind. Moved halfway across the country so she didn’t have to hear her mother whine about being lonely or drive her to the store, to church, to the hospital for weekly visits, totally forgetting about her sacrifice.
How she worked two jobs to support her little girl’s trombone lessons and tiara contests. How she gave up her dreams of college after daddy walked out on both of them,
To Mama, it’s a repeat of the same story, like father like daughter, it happens all over again.
Fast forward forty thousand unanswered phone calls later as Mommy’s losing the fight to cancer
And as she rereads the story of her life, she stares out to loving faces but her daughter’s is not one of them. She had to attend a friend’s third wedding, because y’know, third time’s the charm.
And when death takes Mommy away at dawn,
And those are the vegetative cases, the ones who are lucky, mild, light. Because go into this tunnel, it only gets darker the deeper you dive in, there is no light.
And my friend you may be in for a fright.
Even in the face of evil, one plagued by such an affliction fails to see the conviction of acts of malevolence, hatred, and greed that prevail under the reign of their dereliction.
They do not cry out, they are not disgusted, their hearts haven’t been crushed instead, their only response… is silence.
And silence is not neutrality it is the silent approval of all types of malicious violence.