No Quarter

Once again
 I fail
to maintain
indifference
Fence sitting
is a void
devoid
of opinion
Defiles filled
with overspill,
justifications met
are,
to some degree,
a cause for regret
I'm easily
consumed,
now,
chow down,
take bites,
I'll make no sound.
Ground
 between teeth,
cheeks round
Remove me
from approval
Wipe slates clean,
demeaning me
is hardly
pain
I retain the right
to oppose
and
sometimes fight
some small part
of myself
that clings
to reason
in the face
of overwhelming
blatant
hipocracy