Some people just don’t bloody care
They see injustice with ghoulish stare
But being beaten about the head
Lying bloodied and left for dead
Can leave you a cynic of humankind
Of passers-by whose gaze is blind.
Am I not human like you lot
As I lie here midst blood and snot
Do you not care a damn for me
This isn’t how it used to be.
But no help comes, I’m left instead
I’ve drawn last breath – and now I’m dead.
©Joe Wilson – Death by Violence…2014