Little rag doll

A rag doll would have been picked up
would have been cuddled,
held close,
kissed
a rag doll would have been looked after
consoled
touched, ever so slightly on her brow
yet you weren't a rag doll,
but a little girl
with a life to live
still innocent,
carefree
waiting to discover the wonders of life,
the cruelty of people,
whom you may have seen everyday
waved your little hand to,
smiled at,
giggled with,
even accepted a treat from-
yet where were they?
walked by,
glanced quickly
to capture the image,
yet walked
and walked and did not look back
cold
cruel world
electronic devises
at fingertips,
no one thought to
text, call
what conscience lets you sleep
at night...
callous,
cold
hard
world, why?
a little rag doll would have been picked up,
why weren't you...