My conscience dies little by little

Our child goes to best schools
Gets to eat more than they need
When I see children loitering on the streets
Collecting garbage and sleeping in the open
Little girls working as a maid
Exploited both physically and mentally
My heart is in trouble for a moment
But the next second the thought came to me
It is not my duty to look after them
My conscience dies a little

The mentally sick women stay by the road
Day and night, cold and rain without a shed
I always pass her while driving to work; as everybody does
Sometimes I gave her fruits to eat
Only to convince my inner voice
But inside I know that my conscience died a little

The man is handicapped with illness and age
He literally crawls himself to beg
My heart cries for him
I wanted to do something for him
But I couldn't or I didn't
Because I thought there are so many people in the world; why me?
From that moment my conscience died a little more.

Daily cases of atrocities, molestation, and rapes in the news
I wanted to raise my voice, to do something for their safety
But it gets lost in the daily chores
I try to convince my heart and mind
There are administration and government to look after it
But I know that; again my conscience died a little.