A stormy night in Manhattan

Above the howling wind
do I hear the
cries of sisters and brothers
abused,
violated,
neglected?

Amid the pelting raindrops
do I see the
tears of sisters and brothers
brutalized,
exploited,
forgotten?

And if I hear,
and if I see,
do I
react,
repent,
respond?

15 December 2011
LGA, SW1659, and SW313