Public Concern

We’re suspicious of the souls

that wonder the streets,

for we don’t know 

what they want!

Is it food?

Is it money?

Ah! But money rots,

even the rich are dying,

material goods are vanity

without one even trying.

You see, we’re suspicious of the bad

and weary of the good;

No matter who you are,

You could never possess a heart.

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