"In the Middle of It"

"Who cares?"

They gather to see what's going on,
but they seldom do anything more than gawk.
They point at the thrashing going on,
but they hardly stop to help you.
They point their cameras and phones,
looking for hits of a different kind.
They are your friends, hiding in the crowds.
They are your relatives, waving out of anxiety.
They are your peers caught-up in the fight.
But it is you who bleeds...
waiting for nobody...

"who cares?"