Neatly you tuck it in away in the subconscious of your mind

But it is there

Every time you see them

Your eyes mirror the same disgust as that of previous generations

Who did much more than glare

Curled in the cocoon they made

Their intent?

Pure?

Evil?

It depends

What label have you been given?

What label have you given yourself?

Ah

The comfort of ignorance

So blissful

Isn't it?

Amber Chambers