My Little Black Book of Books
Friday, March 20, 2015
Watching by the side
We stood there watching
The cruel deeds of men
The blood spilt over the chests
Of the perpetrators.
And yet, and yet,
We watched silently,
Without a sound,
Without a flinch.
Aren't our hands equally tainted?
Aren't we equally of sin,
To watch
And only to watch.
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