You're a beautiful street
In a place you've never been
You're the men and women
Finding food in trash cans
And we're all to blame
You're the emptiness
In our hearts
You're the openness
That sets us apart
We're at once the creators
The writers, the thinkers, the innovators
And again, the ignorant, the black-tie thieves, and closed mind bigots
The billions spent on bullets and bombs
Protection or propaganda?
The lives spent in service of cause
The poetry of selflessness
We are the fallen, the risen, the leaders, the left behind.