The tragedy

So many millions of people in this world
How many stop to ask your name?
How many would stop and ask what’s wrong if you were crying?
How many would actually care enough to help a stranger for no personal gain nor reward?

Millions of worlds
Separate but linked
Most have their own friends,
Their own family,
Their very own belongings.
Most people in the world
Are submerged in their own problems
That take over them,
That make them a part of the selfish human race we all know and love.
But what about the rest...
The ons with no homes,
The ones who are physically in danger everyday,
The ones who sit and cry...
Every one of these people has a story to tell but no one to listen
The human race just passes them by

These people remain unnoticed
They possess neither face nor name
For your good... not theirs
So as not to disturb your world

Well your world is now disturbed
Consider it my legacy...
to inform that I refuse to remain as an anonymous person in an
Ignorant world
I will do something, be something
And no one will know I was once not in your world
And didn't need anyone to stop

But as for the others...

People will walk past every day
They’ll look, they'll see,
But they will never know
They couldn't
Because no one will ever stop.