Glazed--peering the half-ready smiles, practicing their glacial grimaces artifice in Conformity's argot sincerity finds its heart on a whim.
Like static clings, the masses speak leaving trails of smoke entreaties in the atmosphere. Peace and love are signs and flowers, while children are murdered by a choice, by neglect, by a word.
Thankfully for the status quo, we are left unfettered by our rights. Thankfully for the status quo, we are left unfettered by our conscience. Thankfully for societal indifference we are kept neat and trim in our plastic warehouses.