where is the love?

the view i see from beyond the car's window breaks my heart
for people are living in grief
and children are crying in pain
for once, smile was the hardest thing i could find
let alone laughter

in the mud, on the side of the roads, there's not where they belong.
i wonder when darkness fall and the sun hides from the sky.
how would they survive?

what would be in their mind at this very moment?
could they even think about what to eat tomorrow?
or should they worry about places to live?

bed from thin layer of paper
pillow from rock,
and food from trashes.

how would you expect this people to improve themselves,
when you know that to survive another day would be a blast for them
how do you expect them to stand up straight,
when you know that they could be cursing the day they were born,
wondering about their purpose in life.

i only know one thing for sure,
the one thing that they needed the most,
but i don't see how people are applying their theories.

i can't see how people are having compassion these days,
how they would care, and do something about it rather just talking, hoping people would think that they care, when they actually don't.

and the question comes from beneath the logical mind of me,
where is the love?