"Pull over, let's help him"
"Mum please!"
Plead two children
The mother continues
Driving an illogical speed for the city
Shaking her head
"We can't, we're late"
"And we have nothing to give"
Lies to her children
If she has nothing
Yet drives that car
Takes her children home,
to that house
Then what about the man
What does he posess
If money is nothing
Then what is something?
Happiness?
Does he look happy?
Hungry, tired, alone
Shivering in the cold
She carries on
So does he
Through ceaseless streets
And the pattern of life
Wakeup, look out
Help