But there are strangers that care
Randoms that stand with you
Forcing us to act as community
Begging for every foot-to-floor you can manage
Waiting with contemplative rage for your enemies
Clinging to your putrid pride
They will meet you in the hall
Bounce babies on your knee
And pass rice to your overfed mouth
But you will ignore them for your selfish depression
Life of guilt, led by greed, unaware of anyone in need
