I look out my window and see a woman struggling with bags,
I look across the street and I see a man in rags,
Weak and torn the people like wasting away,
Their sanity has been been hanging on a fray,
They do not see it this way.
Their lives tell stories which we do not know,
Of hardship and love, and terrible woes,
We look upon their image and decipher their story,
But we do not take the time to recognize their glory,
We only notice the scars and bruises,
As we are caught up in our own muses,
We say "Let us help these harrowed ones!!",
As we sit and twiddle our thumbs...
So before we stare with our full-figured and shallow empathy,
We should be sure to practice our apathy.