• I saw a man, a beaten man
    He stumbled, he fell, and I helped him up
    But then came another man and kicked him down
    So I yelled, but no one heard…

    I helped the man to stand again,
    He wobbled, weak, but stood,
    Then came another man who threw him down
    And I punched that man, but lost an eye.

    Confused by the injustice, I helped the man again,
    But this time he couldn’t, he cried,
    So I sat beside him and told him a story, saw him smile,
    Then another man took out a gun and shot us both.