How Many Times?

((The first poem I'd written in years, set me off down the path to where I am now.))

How many times can a man turn his head,
And pretend he doesn’t see?
How many times can a man turn his head,
As the enemy they flee?
How many times can he walk on by,
As a person lies there dying?
How many times can he walk on by,
As mothers sit there crying?
How many times can a man turn his head,
As a best friend coughs his last?
How many times can a man turn his head?
Will we ever escape from the past?