Look how they fight
Look how they search
Look how they bite
Look how they work
See how they’re just
See how they’re bold
See how they lust
See how they’re told
Always, what to do
Always what to think
Always what to love
Always what to drink.
Cry for their pain
Cry for their resistance
Cry for their strain
Cry when they listen
To all of the prophets
Who, while self-elected,
Have totally lost it
And ought to be rejected.
Forgive their mistakes
Forgive their desires
Forgive their brisk fates
Forgive their bright fires
Love them with pride
Love them with understanding
Love with no guide
Love with no planning
See how they cower
See how they soar
Hour by hour,
They always want more
Look how they fly
Look how they run
Look how they try
Look at everyone