All Who See

There are those who see the hurt.

Who see the tears.

Who hear the cries.

Yet do nothing.

There are those who see the healthy.

Who see the smiles.

Who hear the laughs.

Yet do nothing.

People, so absorbed in their own life, they see yet do nothing. They hear yet do not listen.

What are people afraid of?

Why shan't people help the less fortunate?

Why when people see a smile, assume everything is okay?

Under the smile, there's a broken person.

Under the tears, there's a story waiting to burst from its confinement.

When do we all really see, really hear, really help?