I saw her,
And I did nothing.
Sitting on a low wall down a dark ally
Just off the main high street:
Clearly high on something,
Eyes rolling back,
Speech slurring as she called out
In Spanish.
I hurried my family past her,
Glad to be back onto a sun-filled street,
A street with happy feet.
We’d taken a short cut,
She was on a detour, possibly a dead end.
I’m not proud.
I saw her and I did nothing.
How many more will fail her?
How many more will walk past,
Observing but not seeing?
My soul was coloured dark that day,
I looked the other way.
I rationalised:
I was a visitor,
I didn’t speak Spanish,
I was only there for the day,
There must be some organised help around,
I wanted to get back to the beach,
In short – I felt no compassion.
I saw her, and I did nothing
She called out to me,
Now, I feel guilty.
Copyright wordz2Go April 2017
Matthew 25:40 ‘Truly, I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you do for me.’
very good write and so true that we tend to ignore and go on with our lives
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Yes, she looked so sad
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