One day the apolitical intellectuals of ...
One day the apolitical intellectuals of my country will be interrogated by the simplest of our people.
They will be asked what they did when their nation died out slowly, like a sweet fire, small and alone.
No one will ask them about their dress, their long siestas after lunch, no one will want to know about their sterile combats with "the idea of the nothing" no one will care about their higher financial learning. They won't be questioned on Greek Mythology, or regarding their self-disgust when someone within them begins to die the coward's death.
They'll be asked nothing about their absurd justifications born in the shadow of the total lie.
On that day the simple men will come. Those who had no place in the books and poems of the apolitical intellectuals, but daily delivered their bread and milk, their tortillas and egges, those who mended their clothes, those who drove their ears, who cared for their dogs and gardens and worked for them, and they'll ask:
"What did you do when the poor suffered, when tenderness and life burned out in them?" Apolitical intellectuals of my sweet country, you will not be albe to answer.
A vulture of silence will eat your gut. Your own misery will pick at your souls. And you'll be mute, in your own shame.
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Freeing John Sinclair
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Ann Arbor Sun