I'm walking to work and a woman falls beside 
	Me crouching on the road my way 
		to her blocked 
By another bending over her.

Until another 
	Fending him off 
		Starts yelling 
Two men pushing each other.
	
Meanwhile the woman on the road lies 
	Prone bleeding 
		Bruised beyond mine and any help 
Suffering alone : she is nowhere.
	
Each time I glimpse the news I think
	She’s still there rubble strewn
		and yet she’s the news everywhere
All else left no one is  fighting for her.

All else left dying alone on the rubble strewn road.