I stood there seeing.

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they holding hands

The street lights low

The night so dark

They looked into each other’s eyes

It was the color of love that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

They had killed them

For she was rich and he learned alone

It was the color of hatred that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

They held their child’s hand

And looked at each other while gay

It was the color of nourishment that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

Their son had just thrown them out

They stood alone in dismay

It was the color of betrayal that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

She carried a child and they made merry

She gave birth to a pretty lil girl

It was the color of motherhood that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

Snatched her little one from her hands

She didn’t even feed her well

They killed her in front of her eyes

It was the color of depravity that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

She played with her sort

They giggled and laughed

It was the color of childhood that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

Picked her up from her way to a place dark

She shouted but the beast didn’t keep at bay

Torne her spirits while he tore her clothes apart

And she jumped from the bridge

Only to not let her folks feel ashamed

It was the color of destruction that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

They had managed to sell the pencils at the signals

Had collected a ten chips

A smile so wide for now they will fill

The empty belly that was empty still

It was a color of innocence that I saw

And I stood there seeing

I stood at one end of the bridge

At the other stood they

Went to the vendor with the ten chips

To get a frooti they held their hand forward

He pushed them aside saying it’s for twelve

But ten was all they had

The smile vanished into thin air

Away, looking down they went

It was the color of helplessness that I saw

And I stood there seeing

Who am i?

I may be you, or you or might just be you too

And I keep seeing with a blind eye

Keep hearing with a deaf ear

To what shouldn’t be there and what should be fought

I stand alone at the other end and watch

For I am safe and splendid as yet.