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)
