And there are far away places That I would like to think Keep all the world's suffering At a safe arm's length But I can't keep pretending When I only have to look as far As my own back yard
How long do we think we can keep the suffering of the world out of sight tucked away where only those who experience know about it? Do we deny the suffering in the world? Not only by our words but also by our actions?
How often while walking down the street do I ignore the dirty man sitting alone on the sidewalk? Most of the time I don't even make eye contact with him. I just walk on by not thinking twice about someone else but about my own comfort.