When the situation unsettle your senses,
shaking your belief in civilization
yet you agree to call it ‘normal’.
Never mind the reasons for your choice.
When the dead bodies become moving archives,
ridiculing you in the face for your oppressive regime,
yet you agree to acquiesce to the command
and look the other way towards the beautiful blue sky.
When your conviction demands you to listen to your conscience
and speak out for that moving archive
yet you choose to quietly, albeit reluctantly,
move to the comforting zone of silence.
Whether you like it or not, you are just a shadow of yourself.
And shadows do not count in human history.