While I was walking down the street I saw.
A woman with out arms trying to open a door for the blind.
Many people stood by none would help.
A man that was deaf to no one around explained.
Leading the way for some one.
People he knew caused him harm.
Being simple of thought he knew not.
Over time not knowing why while judges watched he could not function.
Some few knew they had watched it before in others.
Others did not for their job while they claimed plausible deniability.
Because of this with no help from the ones whom watched,
it took years to get better instead of with help maybe months.
Walking down the street this I saw.
Is sevear damage by others whom knew mental illness?
Or would you open the door for the blind?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem