Subway Scenes
by Jordon Miller

She was in the middle of a crowd, crying

And no one seemed to care.

No one stopped to ask or even cast a stare.

People just kept on walking as if she wasn’t there.

They sat there close together among the growing crowd

Both young, both confused, about “what to do now?”

Both knew what was right, both knew what was wrong; but now the question was “how?”

People just kept on talking as if they wasn’t there.

He, among the fast paced crowd, sat, awkwardly in stillness

A blind eye was turned to what they saw, while he sat there and begged.

It was as if he was invisible, invisible until a little girl yelled out “Daddy how did he get down here, he doesn’t have any legs?”

People just kept on walking as if he wasn’t there.

He was there giving his speech amongst the half annoyed crowd

Was he called by God to try and save these people, while they yelled at him, cursed at him, and told him to take a seat.

Or was he just another nickel and dime hustler trying to make ends meet?

People just kept on talking as if he wasn’t there.

I was there in the midst of all these crowds

Did I care? Did I stop and ask, or do a single thing?

If I would have, would it have helped, what kind of changes could one man bring?

That’s something I’ll never know, because like those People…

I just kept on walking and talking as if they wasn’t there.