"Help" the marks in the sidewalk say
"Will no one help today?"
-Golden Gate Ave + Hyde
Help your God-damn self
Is my initial response
But what about those
Who cannot help themselves?
I am reminded of a book by Shel Silverstein: The Giving Tree: the moral being: Give everything away and then there is nothing left for your own needs.
so many live in a state of bounty
-- a wasteful state of being.
No one has time for charity
Except those who are high on the sense of gratitude.
The good ones keep it to themselves
The bad ones are self righteous
It pains me I do not, cannot give more
As I walk by people I deplore
Their very existence in filth Is pitiful
But this perceived lack of empathy is callousness - callouses that formed as a result of overexposure. I see people in that state and the image reaches my soul. Physically I am pained. I want to cry but don't honestly have the time for that and when I help I get overcome by the futility of it all.