When you walk through a central place of a big city, you will find the cruel reality that feeds the world with the conscious disregard of the pain of others; bodies with the appearance of death, thrown onto the streets by the ignorance of others, covered with dirty rags and torn by fatiguing hunger.

With that lost look in the soul of the afflicted, they long for a morsel of peace, a little piece of bread or a faint and pure look, that submerges them perhaps, in a few seconds of pleasure; hidden in a thought of calm or strength, in the momentary oblivion of their endless and desperate subhuman condition.

Matthew 25:34-36 NKJV

34 Then the King will say to those on His right hand, ‘Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world: 35 for I was hungry and you gave Me food; I was thirsty and you gave Me drink; I was a stranger and you took Me in; 36 I was naked and you clothed Me; I was sick and you visited Me; I was in prison and you came to Me.’

Luke 16:22-25 NKJV

22 So it was that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 And being in torments in Hades, he lifted up his eyes and saw Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
24 “Then he cried and said, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.’ 25 But Abraham said, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things; but now he is comforted and you are tormented.