Blind Eyes

John turns a deaf ear To the noise from next door Yelling and fury, A woman’s screams nearly raw. John knows it will stop, Returning the peace of his night Why doesn’t she leave him? He is sick of their fights. John flicks on the tv, Surfs through to the news Chlorine gassed babies; He thinks, well that’s what they choose. John changes the channel, A Nigerian village was slain, At home a crowd watch A man beaten with chain. John gives a loud yawn, Decides to stroll to the shops The noise from next door Has finally stopped. Round the corner a man lies Groaning in vomit John glides right past him Without even a comment. Two lads loudly laughing Passing one phone One smugly skiting It’s a trophy of “Joan”. There’s a man with a gun Clearly robbing the store John changes his stride John walks right past the door. John’s blind to these problems Not his remedy to do Who is this John Doe? Is this man you?