Quilt of Lies

When the phone rings
Machines say we're not home
When asked for money
'Sorry' we moan

There are homeless people
But we have no space
Hungry stomachs are growling
At our tables, no place

Bare feet with swelling
No shoes to share
We leave them in cold
Like no one is there

Children are crying
They're scared and alone
Why won't we help them
No love has been shown

Why don't we all
Do something for free
A truthful world
Filled with honesty