A man spits on another &

October 17, 2015

A man spits on another

And people ridicule each other

As I walk on by

A woman is a hospital is crying

While her husband lay dying

And I walk on by

A beggar sits on the corner in tattered clothes

He needs money for a home

But I walk on by

I hope that I'm never in that place

I wonder if they'd look me in the face

As they walk on by

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