Who Will Change It

We walk right by, but not too near.

Some turn away, while others sneer.

Are we ashamed? Too self-serving?

Are the beggars undeserving;
or is that arrogance? Or fear?

Their conditions are quite austere

beside Ivy Halls’ gated sphere.

Juxtaposed, they’re quite unnerving.

Who will change it?

Would it be wrong, or cavalier

to treat our fellow man as peer,

To go beyond just observing,

to meet while judgement reserving?

The courage of that pioneer,

who will change it.