Relinquishing - En Masse

The train stands still 
with a disinclination to move

These dust-laden tracks were made that way, 
their lack of empathy is by design

But people are either stoic
or they've merely given up,
on a large number of things

Themselves, society, governments
things a watcher cannot discern, 
beyond wrappers of bravery

a lack of will omnivailes

Hiding truths that probably matter, histories 
accumulated on their own

A mist of hopelessness floats
around the monoliths fallusing up 
from the barren, sun-burned ground

Bared by the feet of millions - the unknown builders of  
these magnificent tombs of greatness 

with their work-hardened hands 

A relinquishing happens en masse 
a collective unhappiness gets embraced

I could have termed it ignorance 

had I been haughty and judgmental

and not a wayward rivulet of the great river

This ever-present need to not know 
this flat-out refusal to question things

But right now, in this
solipsistical rant

I try to emulate the stoicity 
of generations - attempt to
find its roots in the fickle strands of protein

We fondly term DNAs.

..

Anant Dhavale

Note - I just made up the word omnivailes, something that prevails everywhere.

Previous version of the poem :

Apathy, generalized

The train stands still 
with an apparent dis-inclination toward the desire to move
dust-laden tracks were made that way, their 
lack of empathy is by design
and people are either stoic
or they've merely given up 
given up on a plethora of things
themselves, the society, the governments
a watcher does not know, the
lack of will omni-vales 
wrappers, dust-laden - happily pervade
not feeling the need to know 
could be termed as ignorance
by the haughty and the judgemental
but at this moment in time, with these
 solipsistical musings
I am trying to emulate the stoicity - if we can call it that,
of generations - attempting to
inscribe it on the protein- strands we like to call
chromosomes.

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Anant Dhavale