Sometimes I Ask

Sometimes I ask, what world do they perceive? Do they think all they can do is receive? Is it that easy to turn around and leave? Sometimes I ask and reality I cannot conceive. Sometimes I ask, can they not see? Can they not hear a single plea? Is money the reason for their existence? Do they not see that others need assistance? Sometimes I ask, what will it take? Can they not hear the world's ache? DO they not value anything but money? Sometimes I ask, and reality is an empty tummy.