Gutted

Poor people in the streets all around me.  
Begging for change, not asking for money.  

Change on greater scales.  
So they can educate themselves,  
digest some food and pay for bills.  
 
Uncomfortable truth.  
People living like broken convertibles.  
No roof.  
 
No proof.  
Most people look away from inhumane brutality on display.  
Ain’t none of my business they say.  
 
But they’re wrong.  
These people need help.  
These people need hope from humanity to regain themselves.  
These people need relief from insanity so they can rebuild their life  
and reconnect with lost family.  
 
How come we hesitate to spare a dime on the less fortunate
while spending millions a day on rapists, kidnappers, murderers and torturers?  
 
We need a big ass mirror to put ourself in reflection.  
Lend a hand, help a fellow man out of destruction.  
 
A lot of people disagree with what i say.  
They just can’t relate or see things the same way. It’s ok.  
I just hope to higher powers i don’t see you in the same streets someday.