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we don't call the police
we don't see a thing
we just turn away
not that we don't care
not that we are scared
we just more aware
we know not to go there
we are not unaware
we talk bout it the next day
those who seen won't say
looking at dried up blood stains
a few splatters of brain
motionless nothing
seeping in like sympathy
or empathy but it's
still pain numbed
to the sound of struggling
to breathe gasping for air
choking on escaped life
we still eat we still sleep
we still go outside
we still hang around
were bodies been laid down
we are not animals
we are creatures of habit
habitual patterns
vicious cycles
we are everywhere
around the globe
we come in droves
crocks & pots on stovetops
criminals we are not
we are on watch
