Monday, 12 October 2015


Inspired by a true story…

He needed help
He was too pained to cry out for help
A pool of blood
He laid in
His blood
Bruised skin
Broken legs
Torn laps
Damaged bike
They watched
All stood in horror
They took out their phones
He groaned as the camera flash hit his eyes
He couldn’t speak the words in his heart
His tongue was swollen
He needed help
They didn’t move to help
They took more photos
They talked about the scene before them
Weighing and judging
Playing God
Not offering any form of help
He really didn’t want to die
At least not this way
They stood there
Busy with their smartphones
One moved to help
Little little lad
An elderly lady stopped the little lad
She yelled at him
The little lad cried
He really didn’t want to die this way
He was losing blood
His heart was beating so fast
His skin was torn
His legs…he couldn’t move
His eyes began to close
And then he heard the siren
It brought him no relief
He was too tired to care
So many hands to help
But no love no care
No one wanted their hands soiled
They chose their gadgets over his life
                                                               He couldn’t care any less                                                          
The siren brought him no joy
But he wanted to live
So he struggled to keep his eyes open

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

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