My Greatest Crime

Over exposure clouds the print,
And in life too, we pay the price.
When we see too much
And view the page–
That’s them; not me, I’m fine.

What matters is obscured, reduced
Yet I found my conscience mute.
Instead of hearing a distance scream,
Indifference entered in.
It mattered not the blood that spilt;
It wasn’t mine; (this time.)
Camden, Oakland–Denver North,
If they don’t care, why me?
It’s easy here out in the ‘burbs.
They all will get their due.
But what of me? What have I lost?
There must be something more.
What good is information, if
It only dulls my view?
And steals my sense of humanity?
T’was only place and time,
The young man lying on the street I swear–
He looked a bit like me.
And maybe therein lies my hope,
Neglect, my greatest crime.