No they don’t. They employ accountants to avoid taxation and are happy for the disadvantaged to live and die in the gutter, of hunger, homelessness and misery. The rich have no compassion for the undeserving poor, whatever that means. The underclass were born to be exploited. That’s how the rich stay rich.

Love’s a Funny Game
(A Poem)
Love’s a funny game you’re unlikely to win
You allow your heart to be broken,
But do it all again.
I thought I loved you, I was so wrong,
It wasn’t meant to be, so, so long.
I’d write you a poem, I’d write you a song
Maybe a story, but a novel’s too long.
Loves a funny game you’ll inevitably lose
You found someone better
But its your choice to choose.
I can’t say that I’m bitter
I don’t care what you think
Love’s a funny game
That nobody wins.