A.H. Scott: Stain of Indifference

Tony Ward: House of Prayer, Portraits. 1980.



Posted on July 16, 2016 by A.H. Scott


Stain of Indifference


 Stain of indifference

Cotton white beams bright under the blazing sun

Oh no, don’t worry…but, that was yesterday

Clasped between fingers, crop collected 

Indifference of bullwhip’s sting detected  

Oh no, don’t worry….but, that was yesterday 

Evolved from that time of blight, we proclaim it day and night

Yet, stain of indifference is that white flag of surrender

Back to your life, back to work

A few days of grumbling over injustice occurs

With clockwork’s precision we shed a tear and commiserate in how tragic it all is

Oh no, don’t worry…..but, that was yesterday 

Then it comes as it does like heaven’s tears raining down

On his back a man lies lifeless on the ground 

Would the world have known who he was without that video on the cell phone?

Body cams malfunction 

Well, isn’t that grand?

Oh no, don’t worry…..but, that was yesterday 

Tragedy like this can’t possibly happen again?

What was seen by all must have been some kind of mistake

Or, is something so dire in the summer wind filled with an oncoming heartbreak 

Cotton callin’ from fields far away 

White fabric stained with crimson as sun beams through car window 

Can you hear it now?

Oh no, don’t worry….but, that was yesterday 

Man moans as he takes his last breath

Can you see him now?

Steel held with a death grip in hand and pointing at her with command

Peacemaker claiming a righteous stand

Oh no, don’t worry…but that was yesterday 

Innocence of babe ripped away as she sits in back seat 

Imagine what she saw

Imagine what she heard

Imagine at such a tender age to console her mother she had to find the right word

Oh no, don’t worry….but, that was yesterday 

Imagine as she grows

Who knows? Who knows?

Maybe that stain of indifference is now etched in her heart

A new generation seeing yesterday as today and tomorrow 

Those who are silent in these interesting times, won’t have reason or rhyme

Who is mattered and who is not becomes a call and response if we cannot see our fellow human beings as ourselves

Political pariahs blame the victim as they always do 

Yet, each of us has a stake in uniting together, too

In between the particles of black and white it is ever so clear

Stain of indifference to the fabric of humanity’s core it will tear

Judgment from towers of white is faulted upon sin for those who have never walked in the skin another has lived in


About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional poetry by A. H. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/a-h-scott-drawn/

Photography by Tony Ward, House of Prayer, Portraits. Copyright 1980.

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