You walk down the crowded city streets
People on your left and right
Completely absorbed in themselves
Talking on their cell phones
Bumping through each other without care
Fascinated by the city lights
You aren’t their problem
You’re just in the way. 

You walk down the crowded city streets
Market vendors spring up all around
Indulging your human desires
Want it, need it, got to have it.
One man here has lost his home
Failing to provide for his children
He isn’t a problem
We all struggle to get by.

You walk down the crowded city streets
Happening upon a nice neighborhood
Where children would likely play
Just content to be
A woman screams out for help
You don’t stop nor look; no one does
It’s not a problem
Not yours anyways.