It's really appalling and scary how cold-hearted I can be.
I could easily get upset over the daily news on mornings;
innocent people dying for unjustifiable causes -
Sakineh's atrocious, baseless conviction of adultery
accompanied by punishment of death by stoning;
animal cruelty rampant in our society -
battery caged chickens awaiting death upon their exhausted usefulness;
discovery of yet another Abu Ghraib where absurd violence
and inhumane abusing of its inmates ran unchecked for years.
But when a dear friend disappears from my life,
I couldn't have been more indifferent.
This is disturbing.
Where's my conveniently displaced sense of empathy?
It's as though i have this animal inside me
and I don't seem to be so sure of who I am anymore.
Could this be a real life illustration of
Dr Hyde and Mr Jekyll?

Having a moral compass isn't quite the same as acting on your moral judgments.
Admitting your faults don't quite translate into redemption
till something is done to rectify them.

Still, I couldn't help being indifferent
and don't mind staying that way.
This not bothering me is what that's been bothering me.
Cause I don't wanna be an unfeeling monster.
This just doesn't quite seem to be me.