I’m positive my neighbors do not know–
How ignorant vicinity can be
When whispered voices keep the secret low,
Suppressed by fear-compelled complacency.
I found my neighbor lying in a ditch,
Half dead, a little girl of nine or ten,
Passed by three times, a travesty by which
I saw the ‘righteousness’ of ‘righteous’ men.
You knew that she was dying here alone!
You knew you had the means to save her life!
My god, this little sister is your own!
Your mother, and your daughter, and your wife!
And all she needs to raise her from the dead
Is for the world to all start seeing red.