I Don’t Care (Under the Swaying Light)

I don’t care.
Please, don’t blame me for I have nearsightedness
I can’t even see beyond the closed door,
More so beyond the country’s border

I don’t care
Do you think the savory words
Those people-in-white utter matter
When cold metal is at my throat?

I don’t care
Others are dying, but I possibly soon would be
People in black are asking questions
Making me squeal the fiction I do not know of

I don’t care
Of master and mystiques, ghost and ghouls
While under the swaying light, accompanied with silhouettes
Which would you think I fear more?

I don’t care
In appeasing an Almighty
When mortals are in front of me, unhappy
Persistent, with a clicking metal and a loud bang