a look on society

is there no one there to help him?
to the boy who cries aloud
his words paint the walls red
his footsteps wander up and down
his mind is fragile, like broken glass
stuck back together with cheap glue
his screams are real, they scratch my ears
doesn't anyone hear him too?
he is alone in this crowded world
in a time so self obsessed,
can no one simply ask him what's wrong?
or a how are you at best...
our society is deeply flawed,
and we should all be ashamed
for instead of loving our neighbour
we worship and crave the famed
we have lost our humanity
somewhere along the way -
every moment is a phone recording
in hope we'll be filthy rich one day
what's the point in all these likes,
when we can't even communicate
we are so wrapped up in our own lives
and fueled with ignorance
but when is enough enough?
when will we stop consuming,
in this overwhelming fashion?
does the world literally have to stop spinning,
fall off its axis and tumble into the dark abyss
for us to wake up and see
what we have become?
we no longer extend the hand to help
but bite the one that feeds
shame on us,
we don't deserve what we have
we never did