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