Compassion

I was walking down a Dark alley, when I saw two Masked figures kicking the Shit out of an old man They took his wallet But nothing more And stabbed him in both sides The masked assailants Fled, leaving the old man Laying on the pavement Bleeding to death “Help me! Please! Call 911!” I knelt beside him Searching myself When I noticed a shape On his chest A small pendant On a chain I removed it from his neck “What the fuck are you doing?” ‘Calm down; If they come back, They might kill you for this! I don’t have a cell phone, Do you have one?” “In my pocket,” I reached into His pocket, Then I wrapped The chain around The cross and Pocketed it “You be careful… With that cross …it’s my whole life… Whole life savings And I’m gonna… Need to pawn it to…pay… Please…call…” The cross was gold Twenty-something karats With real Diamond Studs Those other guys would definitely kill for this! The old man had passed out I reasoned …it’s a big city. I took the knife From my left pocket Unfolded it And drug the blade across his throat. The newspaper obituaries Barely covered his story He wasn’t even identified! I sold his phone For a throwaway price As for his cross? I must say I wear it well…