Alas, indifferent were they.
To the non-decaying toxic filth around them.
To the deafening noise and pollution where they lived.
To the cry of countless animals and birds which were killed for money, food or merely passing enjoyment.
To the helpless cries and tears of mother nature, blinded by their endless greed and callousness.
To their own sons and relatives mutilated or killed in one bloodthirsty war after another.
To the haunting spectre of an anonymously regimented and fully mechanized society.
To an education which produced men which act like machines and machines which act like men.
To the giant economic machine which sucked all beauty, spontaneity and joy out of fellow human beings.
To universal human suffering blinded by delusions of class, caste, creed, color and nationality.
To the everlasting human cry to reach its fullest noble expression. Ah!
So utterly indifferent were they, to their own callous indifference.
Indeed, neither their masks of love nor hatred were true except their cold, calculated and deathlike indifference.