The Vegetable

Nothing moves him 
Not mute shrieks of fear 
Not thunderous cries of pain 
Not the scalds of affront 
Not the avalanche of injustice 

Nothing melts him 
Not the boiling rage of the meek 
Not the open massacre of truth 
Not a gang rape of innocence 
Not a deluge of misfortune 

Nothing shakes him 
Not the striptease of poverty 
Not the seismic shocks of mortality 
Not gale storms of depravity 
Not bloody riots of brutality 

Nothing wakes him 
Not an explosion of discontent 
Not an implosion of taboos 
Not clarion calls for an uprising 
Not the death knell of his world