Walking alone down the street
hearing someone scream
Pretend that you won’t hear it
Deaf is what you seem
Walking further, you see the blood
Quickly you look away
pretend that it never happened
waiting for another day
Walking into your house
You turn on the tv
Another person killed for nothing
Again pretending you didn’t see
Next day on your work
Rumours in the canteen
‘Someone got killed here again’
‘No witnesses’, you were unseen
Glad because you weren’t noticed
You won’t have to testify
But filled with guilt, it’s building up
Trying not to scream and not to cry
Walking back home again
You think about the day before
The guilt is growing inside
while you get the keys from your door
Someone taps you in the back
sunk in thoughts you turn around
a stranger with knife smirks
and throws you on the ground
He stabs you in your stomache
and stabs you in your neck
You scream towards a lonesome man
but he just turns his back…
…
Walking around on the street
Feeling better than you’ve ever been
Ambulance and police are all around
You’re body … covered up and unseen
Your soul has left the body
Looking upon the crowd-filled ground
Thinking about what has happened:
‘What goes around, comes around …’
Stephanie Bakker ©