by Raj Napal
Indifference,
The plague that besets man
When suffering and poverty
Means nothing.
When wars are just a minor inconvenience,
Just a bit of forgotten conflict
In this metropolis of concrete contentment
Where wealth, fast cars and lusty obsession
Is the order of the day.
Those who profess humanity and fairness
Are harnessed into the ring where assassins roam.
The cries of Gandhi, Martin Luther King, amongst others
Now just faint whispers that echoes through
And through, no longer meaningful, a mere insignificance
In the well of indifference.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
He was born in Port-Louis, Mauritius. His family emigrated to Britain in the late 60s. He practiced law in England for a number of years before moving to Ontario, Canada in the mid 90s. He loves writing poetry some of which he shares with his 2 teenage children and other people. He currently practices law in Ontario. He is really keen to use words in such a way in predominantly free verse form to create an emotional impact on his audience.
Last updated October 05, 2015