Soul of Salvador

Junkie in a doorway
Kid beggars roam the street
Alcoholics loll in gutters
Starving homeless under feet

Palms upward and reaching
Compassion reaching back
Lifeless hopeless staring
My breaking heart reaches back

'Leite, Leite por favor'
Mum points at starving babe
Milk powder for her baby
The game she so well played

Their craft, to get my money
Hear string tugging finely tuned
Puppy dog eyes and desperation
By a ring leader groomed



I don't want to become hardened
Apathetic to the need
Yet scams and lies abound here
How do I give whilst taking heed