I sit and look out on a hopeless abyss, clothed in purple mountain majasties, perfumed in greed.

I hear empy shoes crying out on dark store shelfs waiting to be filled with a child in need.

I see that same child long for the art of hustle instead of the work of begging.

I see a man say he is glad none of that happens in the land of the free.

I mark another tally on a board of ignorance, and begin to grow bored of ignorance.

I see a vast ocean of these countless offenses, of the blindly offensive.

I observe a whirlpool in this ocean that society is trapped in, as it begins to pull them in.

All these atrocities based on the concept of the strong survive, but just drown further in the whirlpool turning a blind eye.