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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.  
Ainít none of my business they say.  

But theyíre 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 canít relate or see things the same way. Itís ok.  
I just hope to higher powers i donít see you in the same streets someday.
Written by Drieks
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