You there
with the blank stare
pretending not to care
acting like you’re not even there
seeming so unaware
nothing to share
nowhere
You there
in your armchair
smug it’s not your affair
offering up your thoughts and prayer
with a sense of laissez-faire
while sirens blare
somewhere
You there
on the top stair
it is not my fault, you swear
they found their way into my lair
and with no time to spare
I did not dare
to care
You there
your cupboards bare
crying out it’s not fair
how could I have been more aware
avoided this hurtful snare
stayed on the square
out there
You there
with the blank stare
are you even really there
when the whole social fabric tears
will you begin to care
about this shared
nightmare?
04 Aug 2025
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