That's How The Story Told, Goes

Why can't we continue to pretend, None of us have been troubled... By the existing of the current events? We had no problem with the knowing, There were debts to pay. It seemed yesterday to have been okay! And ignoring those homeless and hungry, Being left alone pushing their belongings... In shopping carts obvious to all on city streets. Didn't they choose for themselves... To trade in their dignities, With a choice to live like they do... With little to nothing to eat. That's how the story told, goes. Why is it 'today'... Those same delusions we then embraced, Are from us being chased away? Is there another chapter in this story, Unknown yet to be told to unfold? Something in the midst, Is not being fair or realistic about this. Why can't we continue to pretend? And why is it from those dead, We seem to learn our lessons? After the passing of chapters, Have to us been read?