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ALL THE PEOPLE
(T. Beechey)

A little child dressed in rags and his mother drags him by the arm
Alarming cries come from the child as the people filed past,lost in charm
And all the people stopped and stared but no one dared to intervene
They were in between points A and B and they couldn't see beyond their scene

A young girl fending off the blows of her supposed one true love
Above the city sounds,she cries as passerby walk hand-in-glove
And all the people saw and looked but no one took the time to care
Only here and there was all they knew,in between the two just wasn't there

An old man lying on the ground and,strewn around his body,lies
A rather sizeable pool of blood and,to the onlooker flood,comes his cries
And all the people paused to gawk but no one walked outside their lines
In their nine-to-five shuffle up and down through the town past the welcoming signs

A young man mangled in a ditch,his cries a pitch beyond the sun
Hit and run and left to die before the watchful eye of everyone
And all the people thoughtlessly spied without breaking stride or losing pace
In their race to go nowhere at all,but to fall behind would take their space

A city minus four bright lives who might have survived with half a chance
But a passing glance was all they got from those caught up in circumstance
And all the people stood as one --- "What could we have done?" they wondered aloud
From a cloud overhead a Voice proclaimed,"The same as I've done for all your crowd."