My heart aches to witness blindness to barbarism

Voice turned silent with fear; Oppression is welcome with both hands

Am I not a criminal;

Turning a blind eye to injustice

Will the liberal in me rise?

Or has it died a slow death?

Where has the rationale disappeared?

The sense of right and wrong has been marred

Witnessing rampant torture with no response

As we fear, we’ll face remorse

Silence, when rights are violated

Silence, when boundaries are broken

Silence, when injustice is praised

What else?

Is renaissance around the corner

Or is it the end of a liberal?