I realize now,
long after the fact,
how many times
I've been
crying, bleeding,
sweating in the street
alone, and
no one's come
to help me or even
ask the question
(Are you okay?).

Who are we,
as a world,
when our paranoia means more
to us than our
compassion,
our apathy more than our action?

Who are we,
to ignore
a bloody child
in our own front yards,
with our eyes
glued to a screen
showing us more of the same,
just farther away?

Who are we,
to ignore
a crying lost child,
with our Amber Alerts and
our lakeside searches
doing our work to find them?

I realize now,
long after the fact,
that when society
fails to care about us,
as crying,
bleeding,
sweating children in the street,
society
has
failed.