A wanderer walks down the street,
And marvels at the houses on the street
They’re huge and has an appeasing design
And the abundance of wealth was clear sign
He walks further down the street
And sighs to see the houses on the street
There are small, dirty, and poor in design
Poverty and suffering was a sure sign
The rich shows no sympathy, they’re as cold as ice
And the poor gazes at the rich, with envious eyes
The rich laughs, they have everything
The poor dies out, they don’t have anything
What are we to each other eyes?
Why are we so indifferent, with hearts of ice?
Everyone should have something
No one should be left with nothing
