City smog.
People walk by.
Huddle together.
Hoping that someone may care for them.

They stop,
and cars go by, they go.
Someone gets mugged, but everyone keeps
Going,
And
Going
And. . . .

Poor man huddled in. . . .
trash
calls out for money
for food
life.
No one stops

He cries
One soul stops,
Scrutinizing,
Empathetic and sad
Drops a couple bills.
Hundreds.
The man thanks him
for his
hospitality. . .

The old man
Walks. . .
away. . .
He goes
and gets the purse. . .
he just mugged.
Goes to the nearest store.
Alcohol.
Walks out.
Doesn’t stop
To look for
cars.

Car goes by.
People go.
Someone gets mugged, but everyone keeps
Going,
And
Going,
And. . . .