Innocent Victim Poem by Robert Roberts

i stood vigilantly as they fought
just couldn't grasp the terms
over which they were fighting,
i walked away oh so brisk
watching as the crowd grew
stimulate the warriors, these men are
like fiends they tussled primed
at drawing blood.
i remember hearing the gun go off
a chilled moment of silent followed
the load echo,
then an uproar of screams
panic and terror in their voice
someone got hurt,
was it a fighter, i got numb all over
a tingly feeling rose over me
the voices grew louder,
i couldn't bring my self to turn
light headed i stood frozen in my steps
diverted as the main attraction
the fight broke up, the fiends dispatched
in midst of the crowd
i fell to my knees, vision blurred
i heard the chatter, sirens flaring in the distance
but they might be to late
who ever is hurt is going to die,
whiles the same crowd looks on
i lay flat unable to shift
wandering what was happening in a state disbelief