What to do?

It's a sad world, on they day that you see.
Twenty odd teens.
Starting on man with learning difficulties.
Shaking like a leaf.
Going weak at the knees.
Laughing at his stuttering pleas.
No shame, they're a disease.
And I stand with fists squeezed.
Too cowardly.
To jump in.
Thump skin.
Do something.
I'm pumping.
I'm fuming.
At these idiots zooming.
Around on their mopeds.
Slow heads.
Oh there's.
Too many of 'em.
For me to react.
For me to snap.
While he's shaking.
I am taking.
An alternative route.
Because I'm scared
Too arfraid.
To put in the boot.
Excuses, excuses.
I'm just useless.
And shame oozes.
Through every vein.
Never again.
Will I walk away.
-H