People everywhere I look in all directions, going about
their own business, not caring about anyone else.
Living in their own worlds, never noticing pain and con-
fusion in those going through extreme difficulties alone.
Compassion and caring seemed to have died somewhere along
the line, has evil erased faces of goodness from our world?
Is there no one left who cares for the rest of humanity and
it's future?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'People everywhere I look in all directions, going about their own business, not caring about anyone else.' I have observed this happens more in cities among strangers, time schedules are tighter, the pace of life with people rushing more, but most people will still stop and help if asked in daylight hours.