Yet none would go to help

Hearts would beat to brush pale cheeks

Yet done nothing when heard a yelp

A fist would fly, yet none would cry

The sun would cast a ray

Still they'd leave him, not to retrieve him

Tis' repeated day by day

Held nothing close, but pain at most

Skin prickled by a laugh

The name would stick, they'd deem him sick

And cut dear hope in half

He'd stop to bleed, a breath he'd heave

Still leave him to the dust

Closed eyes this way, heart not at bay

To ignore him is a must

Would be hysterical unless by some miracle

To lend the soul a hand

But things are different, what should be isn't

They'd stop to take a glance

Teeth would break and bones would ache

Lift a finger; they wouldn't dare

A pulse would stop and the body would drop

Because no one had cared

There is nothing they would risk;

Tis' the opposite of a revolutionist

~ Tae Tae Dreamz