In the world I live in there are people,

good people suffering not far from what I call home.

In the light I see a bright blue steeple.

Yet what can I not see,

that which deserves my utmost attention?

Those around, suffering and in need.

If we close our eyes to it,

it's almost as if it all doesn't exist.

Toss all the bad things into some far forgotten pit.

By locking the door and throwing out the key,

we become just as responsible for the suffering.

I wish I could help them all, no matter what the price may be.

I don't believe I'm any kind of socialist,

no extreme ideas or revolutionary schemes.

I suppose I just can't handle any sort of chauvinist.

We who can help should do what we can,

no laws or requirements needed.

Only the morality of a good man.