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It Doesn't Matter...
by Bob Church
copyright 08-28-2001


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Tide goes out, tide comes in,
seaside shanties filled with men,
buying favors paid to them,
yet not a head turns round to look.

Silver needles filled with smack,
offering thrills the users lack,
junkies shooting up out back,
yet not a head turns round to look.

Hobbled man with silver hair,
trying out his new wheel-chair,
rolls up to doors with no ramp there,
yet not a head turns round to look.

Young mother with two mouths to feed,
daddy's not around to lead,
she cries out in hour of need,
yet not a head turns round to look.

School kids build a concrete boat,
hundreds come to watch it float,
held down by chains, two bodies bloat,
yet not a head turns round to look.

Cloistered nuns in dresses white,
tend their patients grief and fright,
murdered walking home at night,
yet not a head turns round to look.

Politicians speak at length,
oratory copied from a book,
telling us of all their strength,
yet not a head turns round to look.

Caesar speaks upon his throne,
Heaven's words from God have shone,
Average Joe dies all alone,
yet not a head turns round to look.




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04-08-2005 David Pekrul    

This is hard-hitting and shows the apathy that most people have towards others and their situations. Wouldn't it be nice if that could be turned around?

Very well written and quite expressive.


10-31-2002 Aaron Schmookler    

I'm diggin' the way you've tied these seemingly disparate events together. It's fun to see a common thread running through cloths that seems so dissimilar.


02-14-2002 Kay Lee Kelly    

The repeat of the line, "yet not a head turns round to look ", drives this lesson home
as with a hammer.
This has become our national anthem, just look away.
Is this quilt I feel?
and to whom do I appeal?


12-07-2001 Paulette Weaver    

Bob,
I got chills, what a read, and oh, so true.
Paulette


09-05-2001 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

I always thought the saddest story I ever heard was of a woman in the subway raped by her assailant in rush hour and not a head turned nor hand was lent to help. That is... until it happened to me. Now I think, quite selfishly, that THAT is the saddest story I ever heard.


09-04-2001 Beverley McInnis    

Well written commentary of our current social situations - stand back and let others take charge. Don't go in where the water is dangerous and become involved. Thankfully I meet up daily with people who do become involved, as I am. Sometimes its so overwhelming, one doesn't know where to start...so walk away instead. Gave much for us to think about, well done.


08-29-2001 Nan Jacobs    

Yes. We see it everywhere, all the time.

But thank god for other times that restore some measure of faith in fellow humans, such as in our area which has suffered from terrible flooding the past couple years. The community, your typical northeastern USA, time-for-no one-but-ourselves community, suddenly pulls together and helps--with $$, with clothing, with shelter, food and most importantly, with helping hands. (A flood leaves behind a heckuva lot of mud in a home. takes a lot of shovels and brooms and mops and people to push them)

Well. I just wish it could be so all the time, for everyone.


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