Painful Picture

I Ima Ryma
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My Dad stayed in his neighborhood, Because he felt liked and safe there, That people around him were good, And willing to help and to care. Dad was trying to cross the street, And was struck by a hit and run. The collision was filmed complete, Showing Dad was down, and no one Approached to try to offer aid. People and cars kept on their way. Were they all that cold or afraid? Did Dad just not matter that day? People saw him and just passed by, Watching a helpless old man die.

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