I must have seen something…
Glowing eyes of blazing flames
Cowering in a corner behind
A rusted, rat-infested trash bin
Smoke billowing from broken window panes
This is what fire fighters are for…
Lustful, groping hands
Muffled screams and cringes of fear
Under a dusted light post
Darting eyes fixed upon my back
No one rapes in plain view…
Gangs running wild in dim-lit streets
Smashings and bashings of any
Race or sex not mine, not yours
Or a lifestyle alternative to ours
But all men are created equal…
…yet, I did not stop or speak or help
©October 2015 Lori Burks