You pass by the old man on the street
Dirty clothes , nothing much to eat
Reeking of booze, that’s his pity
It must be his fault that’s his life’s so shitty
We see the “crazy” woman pushing a buggy
There is no baby because she’s a druggie
But there is belief in her hazy eyes,
She’s still a mummy, in her unkempt disguise
That young girl is bullied at school
For what who knows,she just ain’t cool
She gets the bus each day on her own
Hiding her anxiety , just by being alone
Then there’s old Fred, he’s looking frail
His hair’s fallen out and he’s damn pale
How many months , or weeks has he left
Or even just days until his last breath
You don’t care you just walk on
It’s not your concern,though it’s so wrong
Your mind’s just on coffee and cake
And getting through to the morning break
On the way home head’s in the phone,
Those unsightly bugs better get back under their stones
You are merely a passer by you see
Another, product of uncaring society.
