Dollar

Don't tell me why
The poor man cries
I know his secrets and shame.

I know who he is
I know where he's been
I know his family and friends.

Give him a dollar
But don't ask his name
Don't care what's inside of his mind.

Turn from his gaze
Hide from his voice
Keep walking pretend you are blind.

Go home to your comforts
Your children your wife
And complain of your rough day at work

But don't take the time
To even consider
The poor man's feelings you've hurt.

Just sit by the tube
And watch the news
When you see what you'll see you will hollar.

A man's hung himself
From the top of a bridge
With rope he bought for a dollar.