The Madman

Standing in the middle of the street,
he speaks of wisdom and sanity,
and we ignore his words as if we were deaf,
or are we?

We pay no heed to his furious recitation,
he is a madman and I think he is stoned,
but does that give him the curse of being ignored?

I think its not fair,
but do I know whats fair?

Love is lost,
care disappeared,
just like the wilderness children,
or did we drive them away?