The One

I walk by, and steal a glimpse,
of four teens, three, on one
it hardly seemed fair,
but what in cursed world is?


The one, truly righteous, falls,
the condemned three, sneer and kick.
They are a ravaging pack of wolves,
only, wolves attack to kill.


How much inner satisfaction,
can beating a defenceless person bring?
A lot apparently, for they walked away greatly satisfied,
as I walked away in shame, my head hung low...


The thought of what I just saw,
stayed, etched, in my never dying memory.
Not a day goes by where that boy isn't in my head, mocking me.
Karma had done its justice; it had changed me forever.


The one, the innocent, victim of the menacing wolves,
Had been killed, he died two hours after I walked away.
I could have saved him. But I was to ashamed to get involved.
I was embarrassed of what my friends did; what I have done so many times before

I saw from a different angle, for the first time what my friends do, what I do.
Witnessing that, un blinded me, opened my eyes.
From that day on I was different, no longer did I antagonize others.
That day part of me died, but a new, better part was reborn.

I know, that we truly are a selfish race, and so do you.
However, it only takes one person to stand up.
Standing up; something as easy as saying stop.
Could be saving a life