A poetic observation of mankind
|I live in my own world and I don't care|
what's happening in distant lands somewhere.
The sorrow and the pain they feel, I do not choose to see.
Their relative condition doesn't matter much to me.
You can see that I don't really give a damn
who in the world is worse off than I am.
For I have matters of my own to which I must attend.
No time have I the sick and helpless masses to defend.
Yet, if when I am finished and I have an hour or two,
perhaps then I will come and try to lend some aid to you.
But if when I arrive I find you are no longer there?
Then rest assured that, deep inside, I didn't really care.