As I walk through the untidy backstreets I see poverty
I feel sad.
I look down to see a child crying for a mother, :
She is lying lifeless beside her,
I feel sad.
I look around the streets. I see fighting, harm caused and gang members falling to the ground,
I feel sad.
I see the homeless drinking out of control, they start to stumble and fall to the path side, where they are throwing up for most of the night,
I feel sad.
Life is sad to those who have diseases and knowing that one day they may die.