Bystander

14 Jul

I see you.
You think no one notices you.
But, I see you standing there
watching.

I see
your hands in your pockets
like you were standing by the river
on a lovely fall afternoon.

“Do something!”

Instead, you watch
and see how violence meets depair
and you are immune.

I don’t blame you,
but I don’t want my child to become you,
or the soldier.

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