Why is the world we live in, unfair



Why is the world we live in, unfair

Sitting in luxury, high over the road

Inside my car, blowing cool conditioned air

Driven around my town, life passing by

Looking thru the window, hidden i spy

Honk blaring, the driver guns thru traffic

Weaving left then right, gifting an odd scare

The window, insulates me with its pane

Insecure within, but allowing me to feign

Soon i notice, my neighbor, just outside

On a bike, in the bus, or just standing there

I shiver and shudder, at the sheer vulgarity

Its loud and clear, no evading the disparity

Blood for blood, we are just the same

Shame builds inside me, tellingly unfair

 There's someone outside, not that fortunate

And could this be passed, as a quirk of fate

Grant me this, when i discern these things

That i be able, willing to help and care

Guide me then, to quit thinking and act

Count my blessing, and go make some impact