A Morning's Contemplation
In the shadowed realm where silence breeds,
Among the whispered tales of deeds,
A world complacent, eyes averted,
From the violent storms, unalerted.
Morning coffee, bitter, sweet,
A daily ritual, a silent beat,
The price unchanged, the world unshaken,
Amidst the chaos, souls awaken.
How could such order, method, pain,
In human hearts, so long remain?
The Holocaust, its darkened stain,
Genocides, humanity's bane.
We pondered, lost in thought's embrace,
A lack of awareness, a hidden face,
Yet now, the truth, clear and grim,
Life's simple pleasures, lead to sin.
Yeats might whisper from the past,
A warning that our morals cast,
In shadows, for our morning brew,
Forgets the pain of others, too.
In verses, let us not forget,
The lessons of history, eternally set,
May morning coffee stir the mind,
To seek the truth, and justice find.
A significant portion of the global population appears to be comfortable with violence and extermination as long as these actions serve their interests, or more broadly, as long as the cost of their morning coffee does not increase excessively.
There have been moments when, like many others, I pondered how something as diabolical yet orderly and methodical as the Holocaust or numerous other genocides could have occurred over an extended period without immediate, widespread attempts to denounce or prevent them.
I used to believe that such instances were primarily a matter of "lack of awareness." However, I now understand more clearly that a large segment of the population goes about their lives with their morning coffee foremost in mind.