We Forget The Blood On The Streets Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

We forget the blood on the streets

The eyes can see clearly what is broken
without ever feeling the break.
The mind can calculate the loss
without ever sewing up the wound.

But this precision and efficiency
can be a cause of a life of neurosis.
The mind skips the heart's step.

We forget the blood on the streets
But the cry on the street remains
because it is attached to the living.
They are mourning the dead
because they missed them coming alive.

Preparing for a life without the dead on the streets
make them move on for they have no other way.
Life, terror, sorrow, death, lost for ever.