Waiting

"It wasn't me," you say, as the palace falls and the walls collapse and the wind shrieks its retribution - "It wasn't my fault, leave me in peace. I didn't know, I didn't know. It isn't me. It's them."
Them being the ones seated regal in the sky, too distant to have ever met, too vague to care about, and who deserve to be torn down and fed to the dogs because they act like they're better than you when they're not. They are the ones who should take the fall. You bow your head beneath their rule and tell yourself loudly, "It isn't me. It's them." And if they change then good, if they don't then you will hate them and spit at them and continue to feed their gluttony with gold.
"It wasn't us," they say. You know they're lying, of course. The people claw through dirt with their fingernails and look at you from between the dark corners of the rubble, a silent plea in their hopeless eyes, for they do not know you and you do not know them. You are too far and too distant, too vague to care, and all you can do is wait for the others to stretch out a hand. Because it wasn't you who brought the sky to the ground. It wasn't the people either. So it had to be them.
"It wasn't us." And they try to tell you that they did not know, that there is nothing they can do, that the past is sad but the hungry child cannot wait for the paycheck to come, so please forget what happened and let's all carry on with what we were doing before; but they are liars and so you do not listen. They must change. You sit and wait, and say, "They must change."
"It isn't us." But it isn't you, either, so why should you care? Let the others argue and yell and shed their tears upon the bloodstained ground, what do you know, what can you do? "It wasn't me. It isn't me. Leave me in peace." And someday if you wait long enough, somebody somewhere will stand up and say the words for you: say "This is wrong" and "Enough is enough" and "We will not support a murderer," and tell you the secret to being a good person and changing the world. And all you will have to do is follow, and change will come easily, and you will never again have to deal with that nagging guilt within you that whispers, "You are the one who has to change."

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/picture/2013/apr/30/bangladesh-factory-photography?INTCMP=ILCNETTXT3487#_

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