Globs of red and stains crusted,
Eyes removed and now is trusted,
To lend a hand for fellow man,
Always the intention a thought well planned,
Accepted by few, Denied by many
Those with eyes are those who see funny,
By the hands that feed,
Are the ones who lead,
The lemmings to a familiar sound,
That is them plummeting to the ground,
That is the ocean they hear,
It's ok everyone have no fear.