Swayed?

Meet the numbing state of frigid apathy    
Condemned to persuade itself eternally      
Faithfully partial to the intolerance it sees      
      
Detached from the confines of an open maze      
Nonchalantly following thy rigid, narrow ways      
Displaying alienation of the path it now flees      
     
The bleak lens of the biased, a narrow sight      
Projecting leniency, knowing it must be right        
Witness portals of denial and dubious decrees      
     
A merciless restraint clings to the susceptible      
Dulling all those who side with the amenable      
Perhaps the impartial shall fall to their knees     
     
Impervious seem these glacial, callous times      
Indulging in the stoic trance of these confines      
Could they be swayed by wholehearted pleas?