Days muted by routine-
Hours bleed into one another.
I Did Nothing.
I stand trapped
With indignation
and the ambient beat of cries
sear. into. our. brains.
saying nothing
doing nothing.
does nothing.
Fevers rise.
Pulses quicken
a collective rhythm.
The call to action
plays upon urgent
unheard cries.
No questions asked
And I Did Nothing.
Confined by the prison
of Self Doubt.
Confined by complacency
Cries silenced
Time fades
Muted by comfort
I Did Nothing.