The Strangers
The Strangers stand as silent sentinels
Just staring as the world turns and swells
Although there is injustice around
They don’t move or speak a sound
Their black hoods hide them from the world
With their faces unknown and identity not upheld
Why would they become involved
In the world of lives and cares unresolved
How long will they stare with bowed hoods
And stand unmoving when they could
Involve themselves instead of their stare
Not moving or at least wanting to care.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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