Impartiality — The Face of Quiet Complicity

 

Impartiality — The Face of Quiet Complicity

When I looked into your silent eyes, the devil there I saw,

As your demons cried in anguish at the haunting scenes of war.

Your soul devoid of judgement, as other lives dissolved,

Silent acts against humanity — not forgiven, nor absolved.

 

There upon the ground you stood, in the wasted blood of others,

Innocent people slaughtered — newborn infants and their mothers.

You watched with glazen eyes as the crimes were committed,

Thinking silence had purchased a conscience now acquitted.

 

So complicit — I sensed it — your failure your demise,

A shameful lack of empathy you could not well disguise.

Your body stood there anchored, while inward madness raged,

The sickness left to flourish — the wickedness they waged.

 

You saw them boast and celebrate their vile parade of death,

I thought I smelled the taint of complicity upon your breath.

And in that moment, I knew it — your wretched soul was lost,

You never grasped the weight, nor the reckoning of cost.

 

You betrayed all acts of decency, morality, and humanity,

Turned your back on justice, bowed down to paralytic insanity.

Who am I to judge you — to heap this shame upon you?

Yet I shine a light upon the lens you willingly looked through.

 

To lay blame at your feet for doing nothing — frozen mind,

To burst the hollow refuge where you have long enshrined.

A sanctuary where reason’s voice lay hidden, bound, and lost,

While you allowed such evil deeds — and never weighed the cost.

 

There in the ranks of power and politics — where you stood,

You kept the lid sealed tight — and chose to do no good.

I sense an endless burden of guilt will claim your soul,

As the world we thought we knew spirals out of control.

 

Written by: Alan Clark (March 2026)