The women of Alexandria wear a chador that mercifully hides her bony body, she could have fitted a Dior dress snugly, but she doesn't know this, she has walked ten miles to buy bread for her children She has been to the fruit market too, where where rib-cage mules with sores stoically wait A rich, elderly English woman tells the mule As the owner of it, she has never felt the pang of hunger Nevertheless, she puts bandages on a mule's open sores The woman in the black chador is oblivious of this Empathy for suffering animals is a concern of the wealthy, those who have time to care