Sitting there, not far from where it happened
I happened to see with my third eye
Things which I had only visualized with the first two.
It wasn’t distance that made the picture blur
Reality seemed to bring the view into focus as
Visual reconnaissance interpreted the view as
Man suffering from racial attack.
The streets were crowded now as I stood
Some distance away still dazed but not
Reality taught me long time ago of
Strangeness of Life.
Still I wondered with questionable curiosity
At the view before me
Flashing lights from cameras
Crowds of people and loud voices
Crumpled, beaten, and blooded body on street
My arm pulled in retreating direction as
Eyes meant the sign of the one-way street labeled