Of noble birth in a sea of bitterness
Moral outrage paving the road to revolution
The biting, knawing knowledge in your gut
There are those whom still suffer
Can your hear their cries of despair, fear, and hatred?
We are all of them lost
Why can we not then comfort each other?
Untethered our bodies slam against emotion;
Your grip only catching after I lose mine.
Must I take you down with me,
Or can we both find a place to rest our heads?
Can we all?