Post by David Grease on Oct 7, 2010 17:04:13 GMT
Such an indifferent people are we
So cold and uncaring...
We walk on by and we watch
life’s blood spill out on the street
of the city not getting involved
unlike the Good Samaritan
who stopped to help some guy
who had been mugged in olden days.
“I didn’t want to get involved”
Pardon me, boy,
but what do you have time for?
When will it be important enough
for you to get involved
with your fellow man?
And then your number is called
or when the bullet is shot
with your name on it
but passersby just pass you by
where will you be then, wise guy?
Those kindly folks will stand and stare
and watch your lifeblood stain the sidewalk
saying “I didn’t want to get involved”
And you will pass away.
Note from the Author:
This was inspired by reading a story about a woman who was stabbed to death on the streets of Chicago and the sad part was that over three hundred people either heard or saw the murder taking place, and none of them did anything to stop it! Indeed someone passing by stole her purse!
A strange coincidence is that approximately 3 hours after this was written, two friends of mine got into an altercation over a woman they had both been screwing. Steve had been seeing Jay's wife, and that night, Jay caught them together and pulled a gun on Steve, blowing his head right off as he packed a 357 Magnum. I still miss Steve and Jay to this day.
So cold and uncaring...
We walk on by and we watch
life’s blood spill out on the street
of the city not getting involved
unlike the Good Samaritan
who stopped to help some guy
who had been mugged in olden days.
“I didn’t want to get involved”
Pardon me, boy,
but what do you have time for?
When will it be important enough
for you to get involved
with your fellow man?
And then your number is called
or when the bullet is shot
with your name on it
but passersby just pass you by
where will you be then, wise guy?
Those kindly folks will stand and stare
and watch your lifeblood stain the sidewalk
saying “I didn’t want to get involved”
And you will pass away.
Note from the Author:
This was inspired by reading a story about a woman who was stabbed to death on the streets of Chicago and the sad part was that over three hundred people either heard or saw the murder taking place, and none of them did anything to stop it! Indeed someone passing by stole her purse!
A strange coincidence is that approximately 3 hours after this was written, two friends of mine got into an altercation over a woman they had both been screwing. Steve had been seeing Jay's wife, and that night, Jay caught them together and pulled a gun on Steve, blowing his head right off as he packed a 357 Magnum. I still miss Steve and Jay to this day.
