I could take you by the hand
Show you the world, desert-like
See the people, hungering?
You could command they be fed.
"We can't help them all," you say
"None should live on aid alone."
Sated by your platitude
Turn up the volume of the game.
Drag you to the capital
Show you darkness, greed, and lies
Cast yourself into this fray
Help repair this, for your own sake
"We will not be tested."
Caring only for the flash
Election turned to game show
Scandal and sound bite all that counts.
Tired, I try one last resort
Describe a future, glorious
If you would stretch out your hand,
Peace and joy could be had for all.
"Enough!" you cry, "Go away!"
What need of peace? You have toys
What need of joy? You have cash
Those with little aren't your concern.
I may not be pure
Perhaps you're right
Look to your own
Screw all the rest
Ignore the world, my countrymen and women
But I will never stop whispering in your ears
Tempting you, devil-like, to show compassion.