Gentlemen, I know that there are some Still that are gentle and Believe in real love Unconditional. Look around yourselves, Talk amongst strangers Who need your words the most. Those who are in pain Are familiar with the toil That embroils each existence. Can you see past yourself? One blind to anything that isn't work? That doesn't further a self-imposed agenda, Whether it be wealth or power, The measures only of men. The things the ordinary strive for. And each of you has such excellence, Even if you have stashed it away For fear of its ****** or abuse