On the modern plains of cities,
The humans hunt in packs.
Without our swords and spears,
Our apathy attacks.
We live our lives around them,
As they just try to live.
We’re too busy spending money,
The money we should give.
We’ve learnt to care about them,
And wish them to be fed.
But we’ll still hurry to our homes
And leave them good as dead.
They sent them to the workhouse,
Now we just leave them there,
And silently push them away
As another burden we can’t bear.
We’ve moved on, so much,
Now we permit them to exist.
But ask the crowd to help them,
And we will still resist.
