The streets are full of people
Who cannot hear, but say.
All of them so egocentric
As they go about their day.
Where is the compassion?
Where’s the love – the fire?
All they seem to care about
Is their own desire.
Sagacity is gone—
Perhaps it never was—
They just float throughout their life
Without a care or cause.
And how nice it must be for them
To not know what we’ve lost
To bask in their simplicity
And not know what it costs.
So let them just continue
A life without the fire
Just keep searching for the few
Who can build up the pyre.
This poem was originally written on July 2, 2015.