A little girl cries
On a busy street
In downtown New york.
She is lost, helpless,
Unable to find her way
Through the growing crowd
Of mid-day commuters.

The innocent bird has
lost her path home.
The fledgling creature
Flew through dark terrors
Seen worse than most.
That poor little girl,
She needs someone's help.

But the pedestrians pass.
The rich and the destitute
Both turn a blind eye
To the victim's struggles.
Those able to help
Pretend nothing's wrong
And no good is done.

This is a plague
Infecting all people,
A disease that will
Cause human's downfall.
How can they not see
The troubles before them?
How can they not take
Responsibility for their actions,
For the problems they've caused?
To me
This seems
Just wrong