Does It Matter? Poem by Jennifer Kay. Simmons

 
No answers are given
Questions unheard;
Do they matter?
Stars of the show; out tainting souls;
So many, naive and nowhere to go
Fear screams in hate smoothered faces
Avoid the mistake of showing your number
There's a woman down the road, she holds on to hope
Another sitting duck? , or a pick of the liter?
Old folks on their porches, mid November.
Innocent ones see what's real; wonder.
Who cries on a shoulder? that's not how it goes
the wicked and wrong,
Do no one a favor.