Wasting No Compassion by Latraverse Plume
Watch the beggar on the silent street
His face is empty and pale
Dirty clothes, he's got nothing to eat
And his soul is for sale
Do we love this guy? Do we care?
We don't help him, we just stare
Wasting no compassion, lack of sympathy
Time has come to change this bad reality
Watch the lady on the pavement curb
You smell her cheap perfume
Enticing dress, a mistreated body
Men can pay and consume
Do we love this babe? Do we care?
We don't help her, we just stare