Pulling through life, weighted down
Through a storm of glass
And no emotion shown
Carelessness will be our downfall
Realization will be our uprise
But the future will conquer all
We excuse kindness everyday
But when at long last, we destroy ourselves
And we do not see the connections for which we pay
Our conformity for selflessness does not exist
Our minds are slow and angry
Like an iron, and unfit fist
An example needs to be made
For the following test
And to be saved.