The man in the middle quietly weeps as the deafening crescendo grows on…
Hoping by chance he’ll soon join the dance but knowing deep down, somehow, he is wrong?
The people who lead have more than they need insisting on evermore -till it’s gone.
And at the end of the day they’ll cry merrily and gay;
“What happened t’was a wonderful song?”
In all ancient Greek and Roman cities there was an altar in the center named, "Pity," where food, clothes and wears were left for those who had nothing.
