The Bystander Effect
Useless
That is how I feel
The clouds hang over the scene
Releasing tiny rain droplets
It is the day after my death
Each face passing by the scene seems stricken with pity
They look as a bystander
They sit with their hand on their waist
Smoking a cigarette
Looking on from afar
Staring at the ground and struck
With an expression of remorse
Each person who passes
Continues on without seeing the scene
Young families living with new promises
Innocent to problems that may become upon them
The trees are limp and they barely shake
The man sticks his foot out again
Leaning against the pole
Smoking a new joint
The clouds roll over, silent and grey
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