I'm quite odd. A bit strange deranged, or maybe I just
root for the underdog. For those already made, those with riches
galore, I foolishly? ignore.
Those who are striving , seem to me more pure.
And I will and do often as I get the chance wish them well.
For I feel a closeness. To those held down oppressed , those who feel
with every fibre the next breath. To them, those on the outside, I cry for
you and shout. If I had a temple or were god, you would be invited , there.