Tired of Singing Lullabies to Cover the Sounds of Fights

Well, we are moving on...literally.
Never again will I mistake the newness/niceness of a home as an indicator of the living situation itself. When moving back to Cheyenne, we got a super nice 3 bedroom 2 level townhome...and we were the first in it! It's part of the new housing development on the SE side of town.
I'm not a judgemental person, if anything, I feel sorry for the people around us who live their day to day lives the way they do without searching for what life really can offer them BUT the quality of the choices people around us make is TERRIBLE.
Maybe I have small-town girl blinders on, but seriously, I can't believe the way people live and/or the situations they enable their children to be in! It saddens and disgusts me.
The people that live behind me are in CONSTANT fights... having their front door kicked in by mobs of angry ppl... having their teenage son get jumped directly in front of their own home and not being able to do anything about it... etc.
What surprises me is this:
We live next door to two open fields and a school. Why can't the fights ensue there? A field or parking lot seems like a much better place than a well-lit parking lot with families ALL around. It's like they have NO CLUE...
AND
Where in this mentality does it fit to (I hate this cliche, but) "put yourself in someone else's shoes"??? Does it never cross their minds that they wouldn't want THEIR mother watching them get the shit beat out of them on her doorstep? Or their kids? Or younger siblings?
I feel SO sorry for the littlest one of the bunch. He can't be more than ten yrs. old and yet he is constantly faced with beatings, fights and threats. How can a child who grows up in constant terror ever know any different?
I feel so helpless watching it all... clearly as a responsible mother I can't involve myself even when I want to run out and save the "jump-ee", or usher the little guy in my house so he doesn't have to see it all, but if no one does, who WILL
I have been told all of my life that I am one of the most empathetic people that others have run into. That being said, I really do find it hard to find fault in almost anyone. I give people so much credit and leniency for decisions they make, but this one I can't figure out.
Come on people PROTECT YOUR CREATIONS! I can't imagine that even if I never knew any different, that when I had a child of my own, my main instinct wouldn't be to protect them from everything possible...especially those things that had hurt me the most.

So, apparently I needed to vent, but POINT BEING THIS:

I will no longer have to loudly sing lullabies to Kahyim to drown out the sounds of the decisions of those around us. My newest mission is to find a HOME...one where we feel safe and comfortable...one where I PROTECT MY BEAUTIFUL CREATION from those who refuse to do the same.